i hovered lonely as a firefly

Monday is my longest day. The kids wrote their unit test on King Lear. When class finished at eight, it was already night. I stood at the middle of the bridge corridor that ran above the parking lot toward the adjacent complex. Strips of glass covered the sides of the walkway. I looked outside. A car here and there passed beneath me. I saw the lights behind me reflected in the glass I was looking through. I felt very much like myself again. Dreams resume, even though they never left me.