(100 words) 3 Jan. 2018
By S.R.A Markin
I lay in my bed staring at the wall with a blanket over my head. I wouldn’t dare look the other way. They can sense these things. I won’t get out of bed and walk either. They will only try to grasp my ankles and pull me under.
Drapes cover my closed window. My night-light shines the corner of my room and casts shadows elsewhere. They play tricks on me.
I lay here for most of the night trying all kinds of ways to sleep.
Mom says that my friend is an Alien from the United States.