After Mom said good night, I lay quietly in bed. That’s when I heard a creak from down the hall and I said, “Must be nothing at all.”
“What did you say, Mike?” Mom asked.
“It must be nothing at all,” I said.
“What was that?” Mom asked.
“That noise down the hall must be nothing at all,” I said.
“Hush and go to sleep, Mike. You don’t want to be tired for school tomorrow.”
A few minutes later, I heard clinks and a clang. I knew that noise was something besides nothing at all. I stayed still and listened a long time.After a while I realized those were the sounds Mom made when she washed the dishes.
Then a soft knock-knock came from underneath my bed. Leaning over the edge I whispered, “Nothing At All, is that you?”
His answer I could not hear because Nothing At All is so small that I cannotsee him or hear him. But Nothing At All is big enough to make a noise when heruns into things.
“Hey, Nothing At All, I heard you bump into something down the hall when you were out running around. Are you okay? Were you checking to see that everything was fine? Were the doors locked?
I listened until I heard him reply with a hmmmm sound.
That was Nothing At All and I knew everything was all right. I rolled over andsnuggled down into my covers and closed my eyes. I like knowing that the noisesI hear at night come from Nothing At All.
