It's been about three months now that you've been living with an Alien. You remember when you first met, when she snuck up on you and stole the snack you got for yourself from the pantry. You're not sure where she came from, or how she got into your house, but having her around has been nice.

She doesn't talk, and she responds to just about any name you call her. It's sort of strange in your eyes, yet also weirdly sweet. You keep a nice little star sticker on her, and keep a pair of large, rounded lens glasses on hand in case she needs to disguise herself. You're not sure why, but somehow, no one can tell she's an alien when she has the glasses on.

You sit up, groggy. You take a look to your right, and see her laying cooped up, comfy in your blankets. You try to get out of bed, but her tail wraps around your waist, as she pulls you into a warm hug.