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Home The tea burnt slightly as I drank it perhaps a little to quickly. The show on TV was a crime show it was interesting but the violence frightened me, and the emotions made me feel oddly uncomfortable. I could smell banana bread baking in the kitchen, I had helped mom bake the bread as well as some cookies today, as well as doing laundry. I had missed church that Sunday and felt slightly guilty for it. It was warm inside despite the chill inside, still I felt so cold and cuddled under a blanket. The phone rang and mom chatted in the other room, listening to her voice I went into a sort of half sleep.
When I awoke the sun had set, and my mom was nowhere to be found. Now the sun setting was not exactly surprising the sun set around 4 pm in the winter. The moon was a beautiful and strangely bright crescent in the sky. The curtains were usually drawn at this time. I considered getting up and closing them but I felt to lazy to get up. I was not quite tired
Home 2 I stared at them for a few seconds. They reached their hand out, and I shrank back. They opened their mouth, and a strange beeping sound came out. Or maybe it was their language I don't know what language they used, and it probably worked different then any human languages, his species probably had more then one language it occurred to me, just because he only spoke one didn't mean there weren't plenty of others, I mean there were so many human ones. As well as cultures I wondered how many alien cultures there were. I realized this was a rather silly thought process since I didn't even know what he was thinking I should probably focus on the immediate. We stared at each other for a few minutes. They broke it by going forward slightly and attempting to touch me once more, this time I reached out my hand to meet theirs. Their hand felt oddly fragile, and a tad rubbery. I think they might have been trying to grip my hand tightly none the less, because of the way they hel
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