End of the night
The pillowcase is heavy. The costume itches. One by one the porch lights click off and the street goes quiet.
Then, at the very end of the block, a door is still open. Light spilling out. Bowl still full.
That is $DOOR.
Every other porch on the street went dark. One door is still open.

The pillowcase is heavy. The costume itches. One by one the porch lights click off and the street goes quiet.
Then, at the very end of the block, a door is still open. Light spilling out. Bowl still full.
That is $DOOR.