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An unusual visit.
I sat at my kitchen table bleary eye'd and yawned. I closed my eyes and took a sip of coffee. The hands of the clock on the kitchen wall pointed at 6 and 20, the sound of the second hand ticking and tocking was louder than it had ever been. I've never been a morning person but having not slept during the night every little sound made my head throb, every car that passed my flat, the sound of the kettle boiling, I'd even turned the radio off. All I wanted was to crawl back into bed and sleep for a year. The memories of yesterday kept creeping into my mind. I shivered. The image of the silver, circular shaped 'satellite'. It was a satellite. It couldn't be anything else. But the feeling it gave me. My skin had prickled like an electric shock. I took a sip from my coffee mug, it was empty. When did I finish that? The clock now said 6:30. I sighed and got up. I put the empty mug in the sink and took the scrunchy off my wrist and tied up my hair. As I grabbed my bag there was three loud raps at my door. I jumped and took a sharp inhale. Who the hell was at my door at 6:30 on a Thursday morning?
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