How strange, would you believe me if I said that I don’t remember the last ten minutes? One moment, sitting, eating, staring at the clock and in a bright flash of light, I saw it stop. The next thing I knew, I woke up beside you in a single bed in your parents’ house. I don’t feel sad, I just feel a bit sick. Would you mind if I stayed another night? Do you believe in aliens, the occult or U.F.O.s? I hope you don’t think I’m crazy, but I’m not sure that I know. The first time we kissed I forgot my name and I’m scared, oh god, it’s true. Maybe I was never abducted; I just fell in love with you. In spilled sugar, draw a diagram to show all the ways that I know might explain. This late night diner feels funny to me and I can’t stop my hands from shaking. It’s easy to discount paranormal activity sightings as mental illness. Last night, as I slept, I felt a warm breath on the side of my neck and a hand on my chest.