Dear Diary,
It was horrible. We all thought the day would be nothing special. I saw people talking about it on the television. I knew 2012 was supposed to be a time when everything would change. I never thought they would be so right...
I remember the screams waking me up. I thought it was late at night because I couldn't see the sun, but when I looked at my clock, it said 9 in the morning. I thought of all the people that had to wake up that day and go to work. I envied them because they didn't have to witness the horrors outside my window. Without light from the sun, I could barely make out the sights, but the screams were piercing. Children begged for their mothers and men shouted for help. Car alarms were blaring and I could see different sections of my town were without power at all. When I didn't see any rain or clouds in the sky, I wanted to know why the sun wasn't out. I ran to my balcony and searched the sky, but all I saw was blackness. And then the sky became green with a flash, and a long, slender beam of light struck the ground. The beam flickered through the color spectrum and landed in one spot on my street. Dogs weren't even barking at this point, and I think they knew it wouldn't help.
I threw on a bathrobe and ran downstairs, leaping three steps at a time. I didn't bring a weapon, and looking back on that morning, I don't think it would have made a difference. I slowly walked closer to the beam and when I was close enough to stick a finger through, I peered into the sky; it wasn't black anymore. Lights were flashing and I could see an enormous metal object rotating. The object seemed to get bigger and smaller at a moment's pace, I believe it must have been hovering. I had never seen a sight like this in my life, but I knew what it was. A UFO.
And then the beam was gone. Disappeared as quickly as it arrived, but even quicker were the millions of flashing lights that seemed to be growing, melting into each other. They started off small and distant, and became larger and condensed. Before I could pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming, the lights formed a shape. It wasn't human, but close. The thing's eyes were huge, and if it had pupils I'm sure it would have been staring at me. And I stood there, froze there actually, and slowly prepared for death. The thing leaned towards me and put its head inches away from mine. It felt like it was looking through me, into my spirit and soul. I didn't know if it would eat me, shoot me, push me or what it was capable of. And then it leaned back, raised its hand, and extended a closed fist towards me. Silence. The thing didn't open its mouth, only opened its eyes wider, and a wrinkle above its eyes ascended, and looked like an eyebrow. Silence. The things fist hovered near my body and it stared at me. Not knowing what to do, I tapped my fist against the thing's, and it stuck out its tongue and ran off into the distant as fast as the wind.
I began walking back to my apartment when I felt wetness hit my shoulder. Then something light that felt like hail. I looked up and colored particles were falling from the sky, followed by a cold, dark object, not quite liquid, not quite solid. I put my hand out and caught what I thought was rain and hail. I was mistaken. Within seconds I had handfuls of chocolate ice cream with rainbow sprinkles. Shortly after, puppy dogs and kittens began falling gingerly to the ground. They weren't falling from the clouds, but from the UFO. And then the beam returned, only it wasn't one, but hundreds, thousands. Everywhere I looked was another green beam. Soon there were thousands of little big-eyed things walking around, carrying sacks on their backs.
They walked down the street, reached into their sacks and pulled personal objects out for each person they came across. The people in suits were thrown rolls of hundred dollar bills. The mother's pushing carriages were thrown little Asian manicurists and a strapping male masseur. The children were thrown candy. The bums were thrown booze. The old people were thrown organs and body parts to replace theirs that failed. The black people were thrown reparations. The white people were thrown clothes from the Gap.
I'm so happy the aliens came in 2012. They're fun. I can't wait until the next end of the world prophecy comes true!
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