It’s too bright in here. Can someone turn off the lights? Please! Don’t be like my teacher. My teacher said no to me yesterday! She said we couldn’t get rid of the lights because we need to learn stuff and you can only learn stuff when the lights are on. I told her she was wrong. I learn a lot of stuff when it’s dark. Besides, I can’t concentrate when there’s super shiny lights. She told me to go back to my seat. I was going to tell her it was too bright for me to find my way back. I kind of forgot what happened next. But it wasn’t fun. When mommie came to pick me up my teacher went to talk to her. I think she said something like, “I’m sorry for bringing this to your attention yet again, but your son has been exhibiting some idiosyncratic behavior lately. I don’t know if it’s because of ‘the incident,’ but have you considered pulling him back one grade or taking him to see a psychiatrist?” Am I talking too much now? Mommie says I talk too much. 

But please, turn off the lights! It’s hurting me. My head feels dizzy. I don’t like it when my head feels like all floaty. I get this funny feeling. Like I’m riding on a big tall roller coaster that never ends and I’m trapped inside my seat belt and there is no way out. I don’t like white. I really really don’t. I promise it’s not because I want to do bad things to white. I just never want to see so much white in one place again. I think I like black better. It makes me feel safer. Because when it’s black you can’t see anything. You can’t see roller coasters! You can’t see monsters, or railroad tracks or ladders. Oh yea, and you can’t see brother either. But when there’s light you can see everything. You see the sky. And you see the little carts. And you see people. Lots of people. All below down there. And that scares me.