this morning #1268.

this morning, those goddamn aliens had plopped my ass down naked in the middle of a random field, my clothes left in a heap by my side. i grabbed my coat, rifled through the pockets, hoping i still had my cell so i could figure out where the hell they’d left me this time. nothing. i picked up my pants. an intergalactic transmitter fell out. one of them must’ve mistakenly swapped it with my phone. honest mistake. they do look similar. i bet it was steve. he seems to be the most distracted amongst them. ugh. they’ll be back for it soon enough. i got dressed. waited. ten minutes later, that old, familiar flash formed in the sky. next thing i knew, i awoke behind a denny’s. fully dressed. phone in hand.