The day is twinkling. Yesterday evening I had a craving for pizza. I went to sleep in a pizza craving. I am a weird sound. I am carrying my poncho incase the twinkles turn to rain. My bag is very big today. I am big shoes. There is nothing in my bag except pizza and lettuce. A child looked at me. His father is bringing him to daycare. My children would love me because I would only feed them pizza and candy fishes. On halloween I would give them candy corn. When they grew older I’d let them choose between big macs and subway. I felt a raindrop that wasn’t a twinkle. I will now put on my poncho. I will wear my poncho all day long. I will wear my poncho to bed inside my pizza cravings.