Cleaning up

Opening the door with a creak, I am armed with a bucket of cleaning supplies and a few old rags. Why was it my turn to have to clean up the empty cells? I think to myself. All the dust is stirred up by entering, and I double over coughing. After a few moments when I can regain my breath, I pull out a spray bottle and get to work. Wishing there were more kids here, and then I wouldn't have so many extra places to clean.