Dream Threads

The sky was really green for some reason and I had a friend there with me and I don't remember who it was. What mattered was that that day changed my world. It was the day the aliens came. Or rather, alien, singular. The only stereotypical alien thing about the experience was the green sky though, everything else was unexpected. Down from the green sky was something I mistook for snow or dandelion puffs. My friend, suitably weirded out by now, decided to head home. I, like the errant fool I am, decided to stay and observe these strange landing tufts of white. Before too long I was alarmed to see the pseudo-snow begin to form a pseudo-snowman all on its own. My jaw dropped as it formed a fuzzy white silhouette with a goofy grin. I swear, he looked like a dorky abominable snowman, and he had snowed out of the sky to form his furry white self. With no warning, the alien swept me up in a deep embrace before putting me on the ground and patting my head. That was two years ago today, and now that fuzzy alien is my best friend. His name is Grook, he's asleep on my couch right now, and I'm still not sure how this happened. But you know what? I wonder way too much about the world and how it works.