Alien Invasion At Home

What would YOU do if you woke up one morning with aliens all around you? Me, I’ve got it all planned out...

Well, it is not like you wake up to green, weird-looking creatures seeing you in your pajamas every other day. So obviously, I will have mixed feelings of surprise, confusion, embarrassment, and fright. But then the excitement will take over, just like when I met Jamie Dornan and Blake Shelton (oh yes, meetings in dreams also count!).

First, I’ll jump out of bed and change into something Instaworthy. Then walking up to one good-looking alien, I’ll click a selfie before one can say Jack Robinson.

Mustering up some more courage, I’ll touch his hand and hope I get his superpowers, just like in those alien movies/series. I am not too fussy - even being a sidekick like Batgirl instead of Batwoman would make me a happy (wo)man. I can already imagine myself in that flashy blue suit with those powers and all the good (and not-so-legal!) things I will do.

But if that touch does not transform me, those 40 hours of my life wasted binge-watching alien movies on Netflix will be one of my biggest regrets.

Next, I will walk around trying to make sense of their conversations. But as I never took a course on Exolinguistics, I will go to my pocket genie a.k.a “Google,” and hope I find an app that can translate an alien language into English.

So like most classy adults, I’ve also danced like an alien at parties after one drink too much, but how can I pass off a chance to experience the real deal? I will probably play “I Like to Move It” or “Axel F” full blast and start my wacky version of their dance. The peppy beats and my quirky dance moves will surely get them following my lead in no time. And when they are dancing away, I’ll make my move and click a dozen photos of them that will guarantee my 15 minutes of fame.

Oh, wait! I just realized I could be wrong about them. There is a 50-50 chance they are nothing like the kind ET but more like the hostile alien in Men in Black looking to destroy the human race, starting with ME!!!

I am not good at face or mind reading, but my gut feeling usually never fails me. So if I sense I am stuck with the bad guys, I’ll dash for the door but not before I grab my house keys. I can’t let them go - for two reasons. The paparazzi, my family, and my neighborhood need time to get here, and more importantly, I still need those photos, even if I have to zoom in from the window panes!!!

Peace out!

Please let me know what you think of my first attempt in the fiction genre.