This is one of the "Story Snippet" I talked about on my profile. I don't know if I'll expand on this story in the future; but for now I have no plans to so it's categorized as Complete. We'll see how it goes; there are plenty of these things floating around in my brain...

The Guest

He woke up, startled. What? What?! The light was blinding, piercing, and there were things all over him! Little green things like millions of tiny fingers everywhere, everywhere! He sat up quickly and hugged his arms to his chest, rubbing them and trying to get his bearings. He squinted up into the blue expanse above him and focused on the source of the light... it was too bright! He blinked rapidly several times and finally began to calm down. The... thing... What is it? That.... breathing thing.... He took an apprehensive breath, tentative, a gasp, really. Held it for a while. Nothing happened. He released it slowly and his eyes never stopped looking around him. It was unnerving, really, to only have two. And this, this air... it was just that! Air! Everywhere, everywhere, distorting his perception and interfering with everything he'd learned. Another breath. He stood up and brushed off his garments. Pants, he corrected himself mentally. And his breathing grew slower with each passing minute as he realized the piercing light was coming from one giant ball in the sky. The sun. Bizarre to see it so close; he could almost hear his skin sizzling from the heat yet he knew that this body was resistant to much more heat than this. Heat resistant, waterproof, and elastic. Strange, but not as strange as the millions of tiny green things that had been poking and brushing against his skin. What was it?? He knew, he knew it was...was... think think think... grass. "Grass!" he yelled triumphantly, and immediately looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but no one had. Not that there were many people out here- the occasional female with her four-legged canine companion or male in garments that seemed to be made of a synthetic material, skimming over the ground in a bizarre and rapid fashion, lifting each knee high up and disappearing from sight almost as soon as seen. The Vlorian’s eyes widened as he recognized another behavior common to his new home, the act of Running. There were so many things he had to learn, but so much more he had to teach. He had to be careful; as of yet he was unaware of the customs of this planet. But. He had made it. He had made it to Earth.