FAR FROM HOME

It was a summer night. I was on the terrace. I was watching the sky. Then I fell asleep. I opened my eyes suddenly. I could not make sense. What were my eyes seeing? There was bright blue light. I thought I was dreaming. Someone was staring at me. Who was that? Was it human? Was it a girl? Did she have a name? She has long toes. She didn’t even have eyes. I was shaking. I was dying of sweat. She spoke a different language. She had a big head. Was I hallucinating? What was on her mind? I didn’t know anything! She had a hoarse voice. Or couldn’t I hear? Everything was like a nightmare. She contacted someone. Voices grew louder. I tried to stay calm. She had green skin. It was like a fish scale. She had a single nostril. It was very bright inside. My eyes were dazzled. It was a huge place. I was tiny here. They suddenly became crowded. I was out of breath. My eyes were closing.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I realized that I was in an extremely glamorous spaceship that I could describe as a blue bright but also gloomy place in which there were 100 of them and the humming sounds of all rise in the middle of this place while sitting with my hands tied with they were whirling around me as if doing a ritual, and while they were saying something to each other and looking at me with their muffled voices when I suddenly talked like them, I answered them, and they heard me, while everything seemed different to me where I felt, and I lost my instant memory of whatever they did.