Sometimes she goes outside. And it is only me. Me and my cars and my blankie. When she comes home she sleeps on the couch. The couch is brown and sticky. She is tired. Sometimes I cover her with my blankie. Or she comes home with something to eat. I like those days. We have bread and butter. And sometimes we have macrami and cheese. That is my favorite. Today Mommy is gone. I play with my cars. They go fast on the floor. My mommy is gone. She will come back. She will. When is Mommy coming home? It is dark now, and my mommy is gone. I can reach the light when I stand on the stool. On. Off. On. Off. On. Off. Light. Dark. Light. Dark. Light. I’m hungry. I eat the cheese. There is cheese in the fridge. Cheese with blue fur. When is Mommy coming home? Sometimes she comes home with him.