Within his constant hallucinations, he jolted awake for the fifth time this night. He gripped the high-thread sheets firmly as he looked around, panting and coated with a thin sheen of sweated-lotion. Everything was in its right place. Was that roach real?

He'd be jolted from his thoughts with the sudden knock at his front door. He quickly got up, his eyes darting over to his bedside clock.

2:30 AM. Who could possibly be requesting his presence at such an audaciously inappropriate time of night?

He slid on a robe, before making his way towards his front door. He held his breath as he looked through the peephole, only sliding it over by a particle so the visiter wouldn't notice it's unlatching. He watched as an unknown man in a mailman costume made his way down the hall. His paranoia immediately hit a new height. He quietly unlocked the door, looking down at his doorstep for an expected explosive. All he saw was a large, rounded object wrapped with a thick layer of bubble wrap. He snatched it in, locking the door.

Trudging his way to his living room, he placed down the package on his coffee table. He grabbed a knife and slowly sat down, silent as if he was listening for the ticking of a bomb.

Unveiled, was perhaps the largest ovipar egg he'd ever seen. The activities of his previous substance binge then struck him.

The day prior, he'd made some spontaneous calls. He faintly remembered spending the same amount as his stereo on what was supposed to be an ** *alien.

Aliens are far too taboo of a subject; He couldn't believe he entertained such utter nonsense. Nonetheless, the result was still lain at his fingertips.

He exchanged his tools for an icepick, mallet, and cloth (to control the friction & mess.) He slowly placed the tip of the pick against the side of the egg, before banging the mallet against the egg till it cracked all over. He'd grip the tool, prying off every eggshell fragment to unmask its apparent fantastical qualities.

Inside: a baby-sized, living, breathing alien.