Milo zooms his red car across the living room rug.
The car bounces into a cloud of crayon shavings.
Milo looks under the sofa cushion.
He finds a lonely sock and a dusty marble.
Milo picks up his blue truck and thinks.
Milo calls for his mom.
Let us build a parking spot together.
Milo places the red car in its garage.
He smiles at the tidy floor.
At night, Milo parks his cars on the shelf.
Goodnight, cars.
The shelf glows softly as Milo curls up in bed.