The plug socket
sat patiently,
waiting for his friend,
longing to share his electricity.
Across the room
the windows’ frustration was being tested,
as children slammed them shut.
The claustrophobic post-it notes
eagerly waited
for someone to need them.
The pens and pencils
joyfully danced across the paper
while the blunt pencils scowled with jealousy.
The tables
squished the bristly carpet
while disrespectful children leaned and
drew on them.
The trays sunk down like deep sea divers
as the lights above flickered,
while unwanted scrap paper
sat dejected in the tray,
longing for a tickle of a pen.
The fire alarm, waiting, bored of waiting,
wished for its glass to be broken.
The lights turned off,
the children left
and the classroom was left in peace,
to sleep.