Leo stood on his rug. He let out a mighty roar that shook the picture frames.
Fizzy energy zipped through his legs. His toes twitched, wanting to kick the nightstand.
He stomped toward the door but bumped into it. He spun in angry circles, grunting loudly.
Dad appeared in the doorway. He held out two hands like he was catching raindrops.
Leo tried to push past, but Dad gently caught his flailing arms. 'Anger,' Dad whispered.
Leo froze. He looked at his dad’s steady eyes instead of the spinning room.
The word hung in the air. The fizzy energy popped like a balloon, leaving Leo still.
Leo took a deep breath. Cool night air filled his lungs and settled his shoulders.
He picked up his teddy bear. He gave it a small squeeze and climbed back into bed.
Leo felt light and ready for sleep. The thunderous roar was gone, replaced by quiet.
