Stolen By Star People

In a long white gown, I stood gingerly,

Four beings, in one room with me,

All of which looked human, tall and if I must say,

Quite handsome,

All was quiet,

Lights of white were positioned everywhere,

Floor made of metal that was like aluminum

But, it felt like nothing beneath my bare feet,

A language inside of my head, not English,

Yet, I understood it,

Animals petrified behind glass panels,

Different species from each part of history,

In my mind, I wondered what these beings wanted with me,

The room had monitors, like flat screen TV's,

Earth flashed up then it was metallic symbols,

One of them tenderly nudged me to write on the screen,

With hesitation I repeated the pattern of four symbols I had seen,

My mind started to fade, as I felt a pair of cold hands catch me,

When I awoke, I felt groggy, drugged even, in a haze,

Vivid in my mind was the memory of those star people,

And that place.