John was a very kind boy, with bright, curious eyes and a smile for everyone. Every morning, he loved going to his sunny school classroom. He loved the colorful drawings on the walls, the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights, and the cheerful chatter of his friends. Today, he was helping his friend Lily build a tall tower with brightly colored blocks, giggling as it wobbled.

The classroom was always filled with light, making everything feel safe and friendly. John especially liked story time, when Mrs. Davis would read exciting tales. He felt happy and comfortable in his bright, busy classroom, where shadows rarely lingered.

Suddenly, a strange hush fell over the room. The bright lights flickered once, twice, and then went out completely! The room was plunged into darkness, not just dim, but truly dark. A few gasps and nervous whispers spread through the children. John's heart began to beat a little faster.

The familiar chairs and tables now looked like giant, strange shapes. The coat rack in the corner seemed to stretch tall and thin, like a scary, long-fingered monster. John imagined big, fuzzy creatures with glowing eyes hiding just beyond his sight. He clutched his hands tightly, a shiver running down his spine.

John heard a tiny sniffle from nearby. It was Lily, who had stopped building and was now looking very scared. "It's so dark, John," she whispered, her voice trembling. John took a deep breath. Even though he was scared too, he knew he wanted to be kind.

"It's okay, Lily," John said, trying to sound brave, even if his knees felt a little wobbly. "It's just the dark. Remember what Mrs. Davis said about shadows? They're just the shapes of things when there's no light." He reached out and gently patted her arm.

He thought about the coat rack. It wasn't a monster; it was just a coat rack! The big fuzzy creature was probably just his backpack. Darkness wasn't a monster itself; it was just what happened when the lights went off. "Darkness is just the absence of light," he repeated, a little louder this time, feeling a tiny spark of bravery.

Just then, a soft, warm glow appeared as Mrs. Davis entered with a big, bright flashlight! The beam danced around the room, making the scary shapes disappear. The coat rack was just a coat rack, and his backpack was just his backpack. John felt a rush of relief wash over him.