What the Light Said

I was writing at my desk when the light cascading across the floor said, “What are you working on?”

I said, “I was writing about what you would say if you spoke.”

The light cascading across the floor said, “What did I say?”

I said, “Pretty much what you just said.”

The light said, “So it’s a work on non-fiction.”

I said, “You could say that, but then I did write these things before you said them. So it would seem like fiction.”

The light said, “Either way, it’s nice to talk with you.”

I said that I agreed.