A short story                                       Wishful Thinking?
                                               


     Sitting and relaxing in the porch swing, I watch the clouds drift by. The sun dips behind the mountain and the stars come to life, with threads of silver, flickering across the blackness of the night.
     What lays above the stars--another galaxy--another life form? I wonder--if there is life, would they look like us--would we be frightened of them or them us? Would it be possible to visit the other world sometime?
      What's going on? I'm becoming transparent...Hey...
      Where am I--what is this place? There's someone.
      "Excuse me, can you tell me where I am? Don't run away."
      Hum, that's strange. He acted like he didn't understand me--and his clothes; what there was of them, didn't look like any cloth I've ever seen. There's a store. Maybe I can get some information there. Looks like they are busy. I'll just slip behind these boxes until some of the people leave.
      "Oh, hello little girl. You here with your mommy? Little girl--little girl--what's the matter? Why are you running away?"
      Why are they looking at me that way? Maybe if I wave and smile real big--"Hello--I'm lost, can you tell me where I'm at?"
       What are they doing now? "Get off the floor--don't bow to me--I'm not royalty or anything. Now where are you going? Come back."
       Where did they go? The street is empty. What's that in the window? It looks like me, but my body is shimmering like millions of silver stars all bundled together. No wonder everyone ran, they thought I was from another planet or something.
       The sky--the sky is turning orange--is that the moon? If that's the moon, then what's over there?
Another moon, another planet, or what?
        Now I know why the people were frightened, its me--I'm not on earth any more.

 The End.