Her father noticed she was still playing with the pile of tea bags.

“Shall we put them away now, darling?”

“Leave them. They’re my friends.”

She had discovered beings that exactly resembled her true form, albeit of limited intelligence. Her next report would certainly create a stir on the mothership.

David Mark Williams lives in Scotland and writes poetry and short fiction. He has published two poetry collections to date: The Odd Sock Exchange and Papaya Fantasia. See more at davidmarkwilliams.co.uk.