My Best Friend.

This is actually a dream I had. Sort Of. I suppose the basic idea is an alien crash-landed on Earth and got trapped inside a human body and the only way he can get out is to...
Well, you'll find out.

My Best Friend is called John Smith. A normal name, you might say. But my John Smith is no normal guy. My John Smith is an Alien.

I first met John Smith when I was out in the middle of the night, walking in the woods. Strange, you say? To be walking in the woods at one o'clock in he morning? Well, I'm an insomniac.

John Smith was lying in the fallen leaves on that cold October morning. John Smith was naked. John Smith's lips were blue.

The voices told me that I should take John Smith home.

The End

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