It was a gloomy Thursday afternoon when I awoke from my nap. My bed was soaked with pacific cooler Capri-sun. I lifted my blinds and saw a silhouette of a man. He approached closer and was illuminated by my backyard light. It was Tom Holland. He started to hover 3 feet above the ground. He started chanting in tongues, but I took it as a command to open my window. His neck extended all the way through my window and I screamed so loud I lost my voice. The only way I could tell my story is through this novel. So, here's my story...
