I can’t sleep. I want to juggle my soccer ball, but I’m pretty sure that would wake everyone else up. I could paint on the walls of my room, but I’m not feeling full of what my artist dad calls “creative expression.” What I am feeling full of is energy—inside and out.
Sometimes my thoughts are like monkeys jumping up and down in my head saying, “Ooh-ooh, aah-aah!” Sometimes my monkeys are swinging from trees.
I’m excited for school tomorrow because Ms. Garcia says there will be a surprise. I love surprises. I can’t imagine anything better than the last surprise, which involved worms and garbage.
My monkeys are getting tired.
Shalom and buenas noches,
Lola Levine