Sniffing, on a Sunday night

Sitting at my computer, typing.
Glaring white screen -
While I sniff and sway to the radio.
The light is an unintrusive sort of orange
And doesn't notice when I wipe my eyes
And stay away from bed this evening.
Sucking my fingers
I wonder what I'm supposed to be thinking
At nearly 16,
What I would have been doing tonight.