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Caroline heard a knock at her front door and almost decided not to pay attention to it. She was nose deep into a book about boys that loved other boys and fought evil together. Caroline loved thick fantasy books with thin pages that she could see through, and she hated it if anything interrupted her when she had less than 100 pages until the ending.

At first she thought it was just the wind, it was storming out after all. She cringed when the knocking continued, internally debating weather or not to let this random visitor interrupt. It was perfect weather for reading a dark fantasy novel. But when the hollow rapping coming from the front door of her house continued, she unwillingly got up from the red plaid couch to see who could possibly be out on a night like this.

Caroline should have been surprised when she opened her door and found a small green with man bulbous black eyes, dressed from head to toe in a red space suit standing on her front porch, but he didn’t give her time to even blink her eye. As soon as she opened the door and peered out into the thick blackness, the short green man entered into her house with the wind. Caroline continued to look out into the silver rain, looking for the source of knocking.

“Hello?” she called out, cupping her hand around her mouth, throwing sound out to dance around in the wind. The sound was not returned. She thought she saw a glint of metallic silver off to the left of her house, but when she tried to look out around the edge of the porch she had to pull back and closed the door because the rain began to assault her face. Shrugging her shoulders, she turned around and went to sit back down on the red plaid couch.

The little green man climbed up next to her on the couch, peering over her shoulder at the leather bound book she was holding in her hands.

“My name is Marv,” he said, his height reaching the same as hers when she was sitting.

“I’m Caroline,” she said airily, flipping the book back open to where she’d left off. Only 79 pages until the end. She only hoped that nothing else would interrupt or distract her.

“Do you mind if I might use your bathroom?” the little man asked. “It’s a little wet out there, and I’m not used to being this cold.”

Caroline just absentmindedly nodded her head as she picked up her book and started to read again.

“It’s just down the hall on the left,” she waved her hand in the air, then pulled her orange rimmed glasses down over her blue eyes, resting the thick frames on her slender nose, and went back to her world of magic and impossible things.

The short green man with the round, hairless head jumped off the edge of the couch, his big black eyes following the direction of her hand. He splish-splashed his way across the hardwood floor. Leaving soggy three-toed foot prints as he went, for it was custom that he went bare foot, he followed down the hall, to the left and then closed the door with a soft thud. Caroline paid no attention to as the little green men with three fingers on each spindly hand and chicken legs took off his red spacesuit and discarded it on the white bathroom floor. Climbing up onto the porcelain toilet he pulled a towel down off of the rack and began to dry himself off.

Caroline had finished the end of her book, content with the twisted end that caused her to cry, by the time her new guest was finished in the bathroom. She then got up and made a cup of tea for herself. Hearing the bathroom door open she made another cup on impulse, then sat it in place next to her. The green man with the big black eyes joined her, climbing up onto the bar stool, he sat next to her.

“I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed your bathrobe,” Marv said, plucking a piece of fuzz off of the pink linen robe that was seven times too larger for him. He had wrapped the sash around his middle three times before knotting it off in a bow that looked more than secure.

Caroline just shook her head, her mind too full of random thought and empty space, unsure what to even say.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying here for a few days,” he said, taking a sip of the tea and smiling. “Um, this is better than I’ve heard.”

Caroline nodded, “It’s okay if you stay for a few days, but I don’t think I can afford to feed you for too long.” Her mind then launched into new thoughts, wondering what she should make for dinner the next day, she wasn’t used to cooking for two. She began to imagine having to wash twice the normal amount of dishes, having to cook twice the normal amount of stir-fry that she preferred to eat on Wednesday nights.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help out with some of the chores. Oh, and I hope you don’t mind that I parked my spaceship in your front lawn, right between the two lawn gnomes,” Marv said, reaching across the counter for a slice of bread. “Do you have any peanut butter?”

Pointing over to the cupboard next to the sink she waited for him to get up and get it for himself. They both looked at each other at the exact same moment, his black eyes reflecting back into her glasses that reflected her from his black eyes. Locked together like this, they both sighed, realizing that he would never be able to reach up that high, so she got up and got it for him.

“So what are you doing in my house?” she casually asked, placing the jar of peanutty buttery goodness in front of him, cracking the seal, she then turned around to get a bread knife out of the silver wear drawer for him.

“Want some jam to go with that?” she asked, opening the refrigerator. The light flooded the dark kitchen, filling the empty space between his feet and the floor, reflecting off of his dark, iris-less eyes. The light glinted off Caroline’s smile when she showed her teeth at the long forgotten fold-up foot stool wedged between the refrigerator and counter top.

“Here Marv, you can use this when you want to get some soup down tomorrow,” she proudly showed him how to unfold it and climb up on it. He just waved his three-fingered hand at her, telling her to get down, that he understood without a demonstration.

“Wonderful. But I‘m not sure if I‘ll like soup very much, I‘ve heard some bad things about it. And yes, I would very much like some jam,” he said, then awkwardly began spreading the peanut butter across the white potato bread.

They continued their night chatting about how Caroline wished that she could close her eyes and travel among the stars on mental power alone. Marv told her that wasn’t possible, even thought it had been tried, the theory was just missing something. He said that he traveled on the edge of the cosmic shift, but that he’d fallen off it tonight due to strong polar winds and animal magnetism coming from Earth.

Caroline said she was glad that he’d fallen into her yard, that she hadn’t had such an intelligent conversation with anyone since she was kicked out of her last book club for being too pretentious. Marv said he understood. He said that he was glad that she was so accepting.

((unfinished… I just got stuck and I’m not sure where to go with this))

Description
Caroline heard a knock at her front door and almost decided not to pay attention to it. She was nose deep into a book about boys that loved other boys and fought evil together. Caroline loved thick fantasy books with thin pages that she could see through, and she hated it if anything interrupted her when she had less than 100 pages until the ending.

At first she thought it was just the wind, it was storming out after all. She cringed when the knocking continued, internally debating weather or not to let this random visitor interrupt. It was perfect weather for reading a dark fantasy novel. But when the hollow rapping coming from the front door of her house continued, she unwillingly got up from the red plaid couch to see who could possibly be out on a night like this.

Caroline should have been surprised when she opened her door and found a small green with man bulbous black eyes, dressed from head to toe in a red space suit standing on her front porch, but he didn’t give her time to even blink her eye. As soon as she opened the door and peered out into the thick blackness, the short green man entered into her house with the wind. Caroline continued to look out into the silver rain, looking for the source of knocking.

“Hello?” she called out, cupping her hand around her mouth, throwing sound out to dance around in the wind. The sound was not returned. She thought she saw a glint of metallic silver off to the left of her house, but when she tried to look out around the edge of the porch she had to pull back and closed the door because the rain began to assault her face. Shrugging her shoulders, she turned around and went to sit back down on the red plaid couch.

The little green man climbed up next to her on the couch, peering over her shoulder at the leather bound book she was holding in her hands.

“My name is Marv,” he said, his height reaching the same as hers when she was sitting.

“I’m Caroline,” she said airily, flipping the book back open to where she’d left off. Only 79 pages until the end. She only hoped that nothing else would interrupt or distract her.

“Do you mind if I might use your bathroom?” the little man asked. “It’s a little wet out there, and I’m not used to being this cold.”

Caroline just absentmindedly nodded her head as she picked up her book and started to read again.

“It’s just down the hall on the left,” she waved her hand in the air, then pulled her orange rimmed glasses down over her blue eyes, resting the thick frames on her slender nose, and went back to her world of magic and impossible things.

The short green man with the round, hairless head jumped off the edge of the couch, his big black eyes following the direction of her hand. He splish-splashed his way across the hardwood floor. Leaving soggy three-toed foot prints as he went, for it was custom that he went bare foot, he followed down the hall, to the left and then closed the door with a soft thud. Caroline paid no attention to as the little green men with three fingers on each spindly hand and chicken legs took off his red spacesuit and discarded it on the white bathroom floor. Climbing up onto the porcelain toilet he pulled a towel down off of the rack and began to dry himself off.

Caroline had finished the end of her book, content with the twisted end that caused her to cry, by the time her new guest was finished in the bathroom. She then got up and made a cup of tea for herself. Hearing the bathroom door open she made another cup on impulse, then sat it in place next to her. The green man with the big black eyes joined her, climbing up onto the bar stool, he sat next to her.

“I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed your bathrobe,” Marv said, plucking a piece of fuzz off of the pink linen robe that was seven times too larger for him. He had wrapped the sash around his middle three times before knotting it off in a bow that looked more than secure.

Caroline just shook her head, her mind too full of random thought and empty space, unsure what to even say.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying here for a few days,” he said, taking a sip of the tea and smiling. “Um, this is better than I’ve heard.”

Caroline nodded, “It’s okay if you stay for a few days, but I don’t think I can afford to feed you for too long.” Her mind then launched into new thoughts, wondering what she should make for dinner the next day, she wasn’t used to cooking for two. She began to imagine having to wash twice the normal amount of dishes, having to cook twice the normal amount of stir-fry that she preferred to eat on Wednesday nights.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help out with some of the chores. Oh, and I hope you don’t mind that I parked my spaceship in your front lawn, right between the two lawn gnomes,” Marv said, reaching across the counter for a slice of bread. “Do you have any peanut butter?”

Pointing over to the cupboard next to the sink she waited for him to get up and get it for himself. They both looked at each other at the exact same moment, his black eyes reflecting back into her glasses that reflected her from his black eyes. Locked together like this, they both sighed, realizing that he would never be able to reach up that high, so she got up and got it for him.

“So what are you doing in my house?” she casually asked, placing the jar of peanutty buttery goodness in front of him, cracking the seal, she then turned around to get a bread knife out of the silver wear drawer for him.

“Want some jam to go with that?” she asked, opening the refrigerator. The light flooded the dark kitchen, filling the empty space between his feet and the floor, reflecting off of his dark, iris-less eyes. The light glinted off Caroline’s smile when she showed her teeth at the long forgotten fold-up foot stool wedged between the refrigerator and counter top.

“Here Marv, you can use this when you want to get some soup down tomorrow,” she proudly showed him how to unfold it and climb up on it. He just waved his three-fingered hand at her, telling her to get down, that he understood without a demonstration.

“Wonderful. But I‘m not sure if I‘ll like soup very much, I‘ve heard some bad things about it. And yes, I would very much like some jam,” he said, then awkwardly began spreading the peanut butter across the white potato bread.

They continued their night chatting about how Caroline wished that she could close her eyes and travel among the stars on mental power alone. Marv told her that wasn’t possible, even thought it had been tried, the theory was just missing something. He said that he traveled on the edge of the cosmic shift, but that he’d fallen off it tonight due to strong polar winds and animal magnetism coming from Earth.

Caroline said she was glad that he’d fallen into her yard, that she hadn’t had such an intelligent conversation with anyone since she was kicked out of her last book club for being too pretentious. Marv said he understood. He said that he was glad that she was so accepting.

((unfinished… I just got stuck and I’m not sure where to go with this))