On and off

Just a little something I'd do in shcool if I ever had the chance.

Lyght on. Hello. Light off. Bye. Now what? Go home? I don't think so. When I trun off the light, I stand. I squeel. Songs run though my head. I sing, no I hum. At first. I walk around the desks, out the door into the darkened hall. I start to step in time woth the melody, until I sing, I sing softly, not missing       any words. I scurry now, adding quick skips. The hall is emtpy and dark, but I make it warm and lively. I find I do my best work at night, in the dark all alone with no pressure. I dance freely now, down the staircase, into the classroom, around and on desks, chairs, flitting out and in again and again The rythme pulses now, fastly beating within me the room downt he hall thoughout the school into the courtyard where I now find myself. Hangging on, swingging around a tree, though the doorway again Up again, down and up Up to the top of the stairs. Falling back on my knees, Foward, no. Heels, no. Flip up, pointed toes. Stop! Rolling onto the balls of my feet, I stop suddenly, and glance into the room. One light is on. Empty. Slow steps. Cautious movements       no shadows       no sounds Breath Lights on. Hello. Lights off Good bye.

Author's Note

I would really do this. If I could.