My wall whispers at night. I haven’t slept in two weeks. I’m losing my mind. Neighbors have constant conversations. The voices are familiar, like from a dream, but indiscernible. When I put my curious ear to the wall it falls silent. Only when I fall asleep does it feel as if it starts talking about me. Desperation has been burning a hole in my ear. My teeth grind incessantly. Maya, my wife doesn’t hear it. She sleeps soundly. The kids don’t hear it. Nothing exists beyond the wall but clearing and woodline. Tonight I heard English words. I heard smiles.