Blue light shone through my window, waking me.
At first I thought it was a Blue Moon. But then, I heard strange noises. A half heard whisper echoed through the silence, followed by a loud shush.
Someone tripped over my back step, with a thud, a swear word escaping into the night.
Creeping out of my bedroom, I tip toed down the hall and to my back door.
Two tiny blue men were poking around the jug that held a pot plant, decorating my back table. The blue light was emanating from a blue spaceship, and more tiny blue men were hanging out of its windows.
It was then I realised that the little blue men on my table had trained miniscule guns at me.
I raised my hands in the universal guesture to say I was unarmed. They lowered their guns, then one pointed his gun at the tealight holder that sat next to the jug.
The tealights flickered a little before igniting into little blue flames.
In a blink they disappeared.
A hand on my shoulder made me jump.
“Gemma, what are you doing up at this time?” Then my Housemate’s eyes fell on the tealights.
“Wow. How did you do that?” she asked me in disbelief.
Shaking my head, I was silent.
She would never believe me if I told the truth.