Candle wicks charred at the bottom of the trash can, a cake missing a large chunk of its body put back in the fridge, and balloons starting to droop, no longer brushing against the ceiling, but awkwardly bobbing in the center of the room. If anyone brought flowers, they'll be wilting in the morning. Remember how you feel when you crawl into bed that night.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! It’s reminiscent of birthdays/holidays in general. No matter how good or bad a celebration is, there’s always a weird feeling hanging in the air towards the end of the day. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there 🙂