It’s the morning after. Last night had been the party, and everyone was there, even a few you didn’t remember inviting. It had taken so long to get the house ready, but it was worth it. You slept late, woke up to an empty house. It feels weird, even a little sad. There’s no music, no constant chatter. It’s just so quiet. Chairs that had been in the attic for months are sitting in your backyard, waiting to be picked up and put back until the next party, God knows when that will be. It didn’t have to end so soon. Oh well, time to get back to work.