He smiled as he stepped off of the last step, now ready to conquer the world, to face any challenges that may come his way.
She took them two at a time. She knew them so well. There were fourteen of them; she knew this. The hall light had been turned off hours ago and it was pitch black, but she didn't need the light to know where she ought to place her foot next. There would be a pile of things that someone should have put away on the left hand side, so she walked on the right. She avoided the top two steps because they creaked too loudly, and her siblings were asleep. As soon as she reached the top she remembered that she had left something downstairs...and so down she went, again. This always seemed to happen, but she didn't mind. She had some work to do before she would let herself sleep, so she sat on the top step with her computer and a mug full of forgotten tea, slowly becoming lukewarm.
She could have sat on the couch downstairs, and nobody would have minded, but she liked sitting on the stairs, they made her think better. Her brain seemed to come alive when she was sitting there, and words flew from her fingers faster, as she typed.
Finally she was finished and she tiptoed to the kitchen to return the mug. Dumping the tea down the drain, she rinsed the cup out and mounted the stairs, two at a time. She smiled as she skipped the last two and made her way to bed.
Over and out,