I'm in the milky quiet. the dog is asleep. the sheets are clean and white and they go on for a long while. where you let them fall onto the floorboards. the reading light is shone upon the wall. softly softly. a boy came, he touched his fingers to his mouth. now he sits somewhere near with his small, damp firetruck. I remember this book. I remembered every word as soon as I picked it up.