A Universal Truth
Could my day get any WILDER?
Cuz here I am!
In flipping SPACE!
With an alien boyfriend… dude.
Trying to figure out why he showed up and snared me in the first place. Was it my hiking boots? Or my wicked cool crocheted scarf made from scrap yarn?
I mean, I knew I was cool.
I liked me.
Liked my life.
I rubbed my neck, wondering why it felt tender, sore, with a little scab. That was weird. But in the larger picture, it hardly blipped a bleep on my feelings radar of sensory overload.
Everything was different. Altered. Uninvited.
Yeah… cuz, I never asked to be stolen out of my hammock by some sci-fi book character with yummy, deep blue-charcoal skin and piercing warm, sparkle eyes. Like a dreamy, cool cave covered over in glimmering twinkles.
So why? Why now! Why him?
Was it because he was My Person…
And the Universe-
I stretched my arms and hugged myself.
Well, I was beginning to realize that The Universe…
She NEVER got it wrong.
