Where do I come from? What, don’t ya believe I’m a Yankee? Oh, hell no, not ashamed of where I come from: Wesley Island, Georgia. Off the coast a ...ays, just like this little spit of land. Bein’ up North has rubbed most of the accent out, but not all of it. My Dad was a soldier in World War I, the Great War, but didn’t make it back home, they said he died of Spanish Influenza in Iowa. Never knew him, even when I was in diapers. Mom and me were pretty much alone. Mom died when I turned 15, and I. She began seeing Ron several times a week, and had sex with him and Charles, and a few other friends of Rons too. It was good for me at first, because while she was out, I had the freedom to wear lipstick and heels and jerk off thinking about my wife and two hot black men. I began to realize that I actually looked forward to her not being around. And when a few months later, Dannie told me she was leaving me, I felt relief. The whole marriage thing had been a colossal mistake. I mean, it worked. Your friends and family members have been there for you. Some of them are helpful, some of them less so. They know you're grieving, so they give you space most of the time. However, one or two of your friends are really worried about you. You have been grieving for a while now, you know that much.Ever since your girlfriend passed, you've felt loss. However, as time has gone on, you're starting to feel... lonely. You want companionship again, and not just the platonic kind. You're craving. Soon the powers will come to explain.'Those thoughts came to my mind though I could detect no visible presence around me. The space I was in was eerily silent, and I couldn't detect any sound or movement. Even the air around me was as still as in a crypt.The stars above slowly faded as a blood-red sun rose in the sky on the horizon. I saw that I was inside a glass bubble that surrounded the space I was in.Ethereal shapes began to materialize around me. Humanoid but taller than men. Shaped like.