Today is the day after my adult Halloween.
The air is warm and calm. A near perfect fall day.
Shouts from children around the neighbourhood bounce off my fence boards and into my house through my open windows.
The adult lethargicness drips through my body. Head to toe. I stretch out on adult white cotton sheets and raise my adult bed head to look at my adult watch.
It all feels very adult.
I hear another hearty, sugar laced laugh coming from some backyard along the neighborhood’s alley way. I slide out of adult bed, my very adult internal organs cry out against the pain I had inflicted during my very adult themed Halloween.
I step outside for an adult ciggarette and inhale an adult sized amount of chemical.
Inside, cooking smells of adult food. No morning after candy fest or epic trade off with low to moderate experienced children. I examine my adult face for leftover traces of my adult Halloween costume’s face paint.
My adult self settles in with a very adult newspaper and somewhat adult coffee.
This is my adult day after Halloween.