Setting: Lastnight, snuggled in bed.
Characters: Myself and my 10 year old son, Sayer.
Me: Sayer, I'm nervous about the book launch party.
Sayer: Why? Parties have cake and that's all you really need. Is there going to be cake?
Me: I don't know about the cake but, the thing is, I have to make a speech about my book. What if I mess up? or trip? or spill my drink all over myself?
Sayer: That would be bad.
Me: What if I cry or say the wrong thing?
Sayer: You might. I don't think you should though.
Me: What if I sit on my chair and it breaks into a million pieces?
Sayer: Just act like nothing happened and walk away whistling. No one will notice.
Me: I think they'd notice.
Sayer: Well, then I would just move to another country if that happens.
Me: What if I just imagine everyone in the room is naked?
Sayer: No, that won't help. It won't make you feel better...you'll just feel perverted.
Me: Are you going to feel nervous for me tomorrow or proud?
Me too...in the meantime, I'll be imagining you all naked.