I felt my body jolt as I awoke, eyes flashing open to the glare of ‘no signal’ in brilliant green. Squinting to let my sight adjust.
“Maybe there’s a bird on the aerial” a voice chimed in from nearby.
“Or — something”
Looking to my side, there sat a young man, mid-thirties? In the old chair my mum had given to me. And while I noted him, he leaned forward offering his hand as he spoke.
“Hi. I’m Stan.”
This is how my journey began.
I stared at Stan’s hand, dumbstruck. My eyes crawling back up to meet his, with a question forming behind them in my mind. Stan grabbed my hand and shook it firmly.
“Well, I suppose you could call it that” he exclaimed.
“Oh, there’s no need to be sorry.”
“What?” Stan seemed as confused as I was.
“Call it what?”
“Oh -!” He snapped his fingers.
“Your home of course!”
“Time works differently for me. It makes things pretty confusing.”
“No. I think that’s you.”
I took a moment to stare at ‘Stan’, as he said his name was. But I must have seemed rather bewildered, because he started talking again.
“Of course not! I simply experience time in a different way.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose and groaned.
“Oh. You haven’t asked me that question yet?”
Sighing heavily with a fear I’d regret asking my question and feeling stupid, I took a deep breath to inquire anyway.
“The one about if I’m a mind reader.”
“No — Like I said. I experience time in a different way. Weren’t you listening?”
My hand connected with the front of my face with an audible SLAP.
“Did that hurt?”
I stared at him through the gap between my fingers. As he settled back into the chair.
I slid my hand up through my hair to the back of my neck while watching Stan, and he watched my every move with an almost childlike joy.
“So — Why did you come to me?”
“I didn’t really come to you, more like — you came to me.”
“What do you mean, I came to you?”
What was Stan talking about? We’re sat in my living room, right? Aren’t we? Is this some kind of odd joke?
“You’re the first.”
“The first person.”
I rubbed the back of my neck and chewed on my tongue for a moment.
“But aren’t you?”
“A person? — No — no –.”
“No. I’m not an alien. Not human either, though. It’s — complicated.”
“So it’s –.”
“Just the two of us. But not for too long.”
“I said you’re the first. Not the only.”
“Oh. We’ll talk about that later.”
I haven’t posted anything in a long time, so lets start with a random piece that in itself much like the opening, jolted me awake. It is in no way a finished nor polished piece. but the barest of bones.
This is something I wrote after waking up at 1am with an idea that I didn’t fully understand but still found a pad and pen to scrawl it out before falling back to sleep.
When I got up at a more reasonable time, I proceeded to wonder what the heck I had written, typed it up and began to scrutinize what this piece of writing could possibly be.