It was a bitter cold Halloween. The distressed wood pumpkin on the lawn had a frost buildup. The kids in costumes ran up and down the cul-de-sac oblivious to the frozen parents escorting them, praying for time to fly by. Her daughter clumsily ran up the stairs screaming with glee. The twins ran after her. They all plopped onto the couch at once spilling all their candy on the floor. The dog frantically tried to grab some before I scooped him away. And then it started.
Suddenly, the candy began to take a new form. The Super Nerds escaped out of the tiny boxes and started scampering through the living room, up the stairs screaming in high pitched voices. The children stampeded up the stairs behind them. They were screaming with delight. The dog scurried into the bathtub.
As the children continued laughing with the Super Nerds, I turned only to find the Good and Plenty candies escaping from the box. They slowly became goopy looking pink and white ghosts with licorice black eyes. They flowed together and elongated and swayed as they swept across the floor towards me. I ran up the stairs only to be stopped by Super Nerds who were howling with laughter. The children were now all dressed up as vibrant Super Nerds and giggled at me, I lost my breath, tripped on one step and fell backwards. A pink gooey ghost caught me and bellowed loudly. Where was my husband? Why was the dog hiding?
The Super Nerds jumped up to my neck, pulled my hair and laughed right into my ear. My children put their arms around my legs and danced in a circle. I felt myself falling to the ground, like a soft cloud. Breathing through my mouth I am trying to catch my breath. I sense a cloudy marshmallow all around me. I feel my precious beagle’s wet nose against my arm. I turn over towards my pink and white pillow. I am greeted by my loud alarm clock. I jump with a startle. Is it Halloween morning or did I miss it all?