as you wake up, putting your glasses on, you yawn. It’s not morning time, which is weird, because you’ve always woken up at one time every day, with your alarm, but it was 3:30 AM. You smell breakfast, and before you wake up, you check your phone. A recent unidentified object has crashed in the forest recently…. Supposedly from space.

Suddenly, your door opens, and it’s a small blue alien wearing a blonde wig and red lipstick, holding a big plate of toast, eggs, bacon and sausage. She doesn’t seem to notice how strange this is. She hands the plate to you.

Good morning dalrin!!!