I am not an alien. I am not an alien.
Yeah, but no matter how much I repeated these words, it didn’t make them a hundred percent true. I took a last glance at my image in the bathroom mirror and stepped into the motel room. Last night I didn’t sleep well with all these thoughts crawling in my brain and Mark tucked away politely in the other end of the large bed. I hadn’t mustered the courage to ask him to come closer and he didn’t do it or ask me to either. He played his video game for a while, then went out, but we didn’t speak anymore.
Now it was ten a.m. in the morning, he was out cold, and I was awake and alone. I turned the TV on seeking distraction, but the local news had little to no interest for me. They were just announcing some festival that was going to take place tomorrow nig
