MORNING AFTER
BETH
The morning of the main event... and all I keep thinking is what is going through John's mind? I stand in the kitchen, drinking my coffee, wondering if he slept at all or if he was up the whole night pondering the truth of the world. All the things that you think go bump in the night as a kid, all the things that adulthood inevitably ends up beating out of you, turns out to actually be walking around in the daylight. John faces the hard truth that not only were all the monsters under his bed real, but they were under his nose the whole time.
John walks into the kitchen and looks to be a bit out of it.
I'm holding my coffee cup. "Want some?" I say as I gesture with it.
"Yes, please," he says.
"Did you get any sleep?" I'm genuinely curious. This answer could set the
