Some optimists see the glass half full, the jaded see the glass half empty, but I see the glass tipped over.

Everywhere I went, there was always some weird event going on. Most of the stores I went to ended up being robbed. There were also a couple of explosions that occurred at the local movie theater, demonic creatures came into being, the president sent a bunch of giant robots to invade Japan, some ghosts haunted the local church, and the weirdest thing in my opinion has to be the fact that someone blew up a large chunk of the moon. (And nobody seemed to care!) Even after a bunch of tide related disasters and problems, people weren't worried about 'the world coming to an end'.

Sometimes I like to think I'm the only one attached to reality. Maybe I was the only one attached to reality to begin with.

And there I was, resting with my arms behind my head, staring up at the night sky, wondering how it was possible for my life to get so screwed up.

Bales of white lilies float in an astral pond of dark blue. The broken moon, now a shattered pearl discarded into still waters, stares back at me.

The grass I'm lying down on is soft. The stillness of the night reminded me of a time long ago, back home in Naples, where I would admire the stars with my big sis. She held me close and soothed me with her voice as I nestled my innocent little head in her lap and continually cried, "The moon's gonna fall!" Yeah…I miss doing stuff like that. It's not fun if you're all alone. Although, I guess it's more peaceful that way.

My eyes felt heavy. A quick nap outside wouldn't hurt.

Before I passed out in my backyard, I noticed something in my peripheral vision. A quick streak of light, followed by many more. I widened my eyes and tilted my head. Like strokes of white paint, scattered stones from the regal halls of the Milky Way lapped across the sky. I sprung forward and became entranced.

"A meteor shower?" I wondered in childish rapture.

Don't people usually say "If you see a shooting star, make a wish"?

I knew some mystical force wasn't going to grant wishes. That would just be absurd. However, I decided to make a wish for the hell of it.

"Well, if there is some sort of wish granter out there, I hope you're listening. I want a normal life. Can you grant that?"

My voice was filled with cynicism. I never expected anything to actually happen. Hah...what kind of grown man is naive enough to believe in such nonsense? You know, if wishes could be fulfilled from simply asking, then why doesn't anyone ask for world peace or the solution to world hunger? Something in the back of my head would've wished for a hot girlfriend, but the chances of that happening were below zero percent.

I lay back down on the grass and started to drift off again. This was then followed by one of my trademark sighs. Now, this is when things start to get weirder. I didn't believe it at first, but I could've sworn I saw something coming straight at me.

Yeah, it sank in my brain that something was heading straight toward me. A blazing ball of blue flame on a direct course with my house. Expectedly, I got up and ran around like an idiot with a live grenade in his hands.

The ball ablaze with blue flame eventually crashed down and left a huge hole in the side of my house…

"Holy crap! My home!"

I could not bring myself to remain calm. A normal life was what I asked for, not a life filled with peril! I ran into my living room to see what landed in my house. Whatever it was, I knew I was going to have to pay a hefty repair bill.

As soon as I entered the room, a bunch of smoke obscured my view. I covered my mouth and ran back outside. Running headfirst into a falling object's landing site is evidently a stupid idea. I kept coughing like a disease-ridden man. I waited outside for a bit until most of the smoke cleared up. Then, I slowly walked in and saw the object.

It was a huge pale blue ball, slightly transparent. Maybe my eyes were messing with me, but I could have sworn I saw something inside of it, like the faint silhouette of a person. I walked up two steps before reminding myself this thing fell from the sky.

It was probably still hot. After all, only a true idiot would walk up to an object that was previously on fire. (Not to mention the huge crater it made in my living room.)

But strangely, my house wasn't lit aflame. In fact, I didn't feel any heat emitting from the ball. This world doesn't even want to be normal when it comes to convection. I walked toward the object in small, cautious steps. I was within arms-reach of it. The ball was a bit taller than me. (Even when it was presumably embedded a couple of feet in the ground.)

Within arms-reach, I noticed a large crack in its pale blue shell. In a stupid move, I stretched out my hand and touched the small fissure. (Still no heat to report.)

Suddenly, I heard a crackling sound and saw more cracks in the shell beginning to form. I drew my hand back after feeling a weird sensation in my hand. When I looked at my hand, I saw it covered in some strange green adhesive. Startled, I looked back at the object and watched as a bunch of thick fluid came oozing out from the fractures.

I was so surprised I ended up tripping and falling hard on my head trying to step away from the object.

"Son of a...," I instinctively said, feeling fresh tears in my eyes.

Small pieces broke off and fell to the floor. In time the entire shell split in half. The thick fluid that slowly oozed out changed to something akin to plain water, as it was soon able to flood out onto the crater. The green water made a little puddle that dampened my feet. The open shell revealed its contents.
What do you think I saw within it? A pale girl with long black hair, sound asleep within the object. I thought back to that wish in my head…

"Well, at least one of my wishes came true..."