I had this dream I was hiding, waiting for the aliens to arrive and capture me. I curled up inside my wardrobe, cursing my furniture-assembly skills as I felt it creak beneath me. I hid under a waterproof jacket I had not worn in three years, atop a pile of shoes. It was not very comfortable, but I was not thinking about comfort.
I knew I would probably be killed. I knew my hiding place was hasty and inadequate. I could not even appeal to their human side because they were not human.
I knew that my escape route was written on a map I could not read, in a place I could never find.
I heard on my tiny hand-held radio that they wanted to learn the secrets of human biology. That is what they had come for. I knew my only hope for survival was to become pregnant, as they were not currently hurting pregnant women. I would then perhaps have time to escape, I didn't know where I was going to go but that didn't matter because hope doesn't have to make sense to keep you alive. I took a pill to make me pregnant and became a fugitive, picking up others on my way. We found a hideaway where we survived on the tiniest amounts of food and drops of water. The aliens found us eventually, knocked at the door of our hideaway and tried to drag us to the sea; they can't breathe underwater but they know that neither can we. And they controlled the boats. After a struggle, we managed to escape in a Royal Mail van. The postman was an alien so we pushed him off the van and I had to drive but I can't drive. We drove into the sea and became mermaids.
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