When at night I’m at home alone with my thoughts.
I sometimes get nervous, my stomach in knots.
I think of the time I went with my Dad.
I think of just how much fun that we had.
Sometimes I think about school and stuff.
I wonder if I have studied enough.
I might get up in the middle of the night.
I put on my slippers and turn on the light.
I sit at the table and try to think.
But I had beans for supper, so I just stink.