Dreaming High

Dreaming High – Picture Credit – Jill Wisoff


He tiptoed out of the dimly lit room. The lights from the dazzling skyscrapers aided him.

He rubbed his eyes twice but still could see not see his surroundings clearly.

“I’m not drunk”, he said with a smirk and rushed inside.

“Look outside! I think they are here.” He texted to his organization’s president.

“I hope they find me!” He rubbed his hands with a childlike glee and rushed outside.

In a blink, his entire surrounding turned dark. “They are here! The extraterrestrials are here!” 

No son, it’s your mom. Wake up; it’s time to get ready for school.


Written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where I’ve written based on the photo prompt. You can read all the entries here.