It’s the best part of my day. When it’s night, and dark outside. Snow might be falling, or the air is still. My lamp is on, the popcorn is made, I am snug in. It’s time for me it’s time for a little tent of space that glows around me and I am myself. I stay up too late but I need this. Maybe things happened during the day that I couldn’t control, maybe it was bad or weird or good or the clouds filled my lungs and eyes, it was strange to walk, I couldn’t hear or speak correctly. But now it’s time for me. It’s time for me and I am enough. I am enough.