Earth's cloudy stomach had always been creakily tricky. It's downpour could definitely appear to be a (throw-up) of some invincible alien from the sky; (Wife sailed her hands past somewhere, while her head jot the grave thought unknowingly).

It was freaky cold in there, and right on her bed was her psyche, and also a dead phone hung upside way her direction. A mirror was there to watch, as there's been a gone power supply for over a decade now.
Husband was out of space, so the same were Wife's boyfriends.
The face of Wife's clock looked so clumsy, even while it's hands moved closer to two.
Earth's cloudy stomach had started speaking again, this time; its rumbling voice was at a great pitch. Wife's nerve jolted with little notice. Her psyche deepens into some barbaric apocalyptical cataclysm. Her fright loosened near, and it grew so deadly just as the voice went thunderous.
Wife's bed shook in togetherness. Her oily lantern blew off. Darkness came with glares of light. Her matchbox disappeared to nowhere.
(Rain) burst off with haste.
Wife's window dashed open. The Earth's (vomit) swept in, plastering itself on the wall of her bedroom.

Wife's psyche posed an intuitive movement.
The resemblance of masked alien went blur through the mirror.
She tapped her feet, holding her breath in the cold of goose flesh. Her mouth was wide open, as her soul popped out on air.
It hovered for few seconds. After sometime, Wife's body could no longer watch her image spread out in two.
Maybe the world has ended already.
Maybe its the alien's era already.
Wife's body soon received a new flesh eventually. Her eyes were quite big this time.
Her dark skin could be seen whenever the light sparkled. Wife's soul had gone to be with God.

Sounds breaks in continuously. Multiples of downpour were reincarnated into aliens.
"We Are Tired Of Being In Our Mother's Stomach"...they spoke in Greek.

Wife's fear arose again, But at this time it wasn't as deep as the first time.
"Don't Be Afraid"... they spoke loud and clear.
Their heads were similar to the other. Their eyes were as big as Wife's own.
The only difference was seen when the thunderous light glinted to both faces, and her blurred mirror could detect an actual image of her head wearing a wooden crown.
Wife's breath decreased slowly. She gasped to the picture on her mirror. Psyche wasn't close anymore. Perhaps, psyche never existed in the new world.
Aliens were fast increasing. In her bedroom were life fleshes of young adults.
At a point, she tried asking of her wellbeing, then commonly she word across "Wherebeing".
Aliens looked harmless. Their dimples were created in every words spoken.
They could read her statement even before it is fully pronounced.
"We Don't Know Where You Are".. their voices joined the lightening like they sounded untruthful.
"We Are Here To Serve You"..they voiced again, then the downpour reduced entirely.

Wife's face was full of awe. She had start to feel the touch once more. For the past twenty years she had not conceived any zygote.
"Come tell me about you".. Wife's voice cracked out her fright.
The Aliens were willing to be friends.. Wife was on herself to be called Mother.
So they came to embrace her womb.

Their speed were slow like snail's belle movement.
Thousands of young occupants pushed their effort to reach for a hug.
Wife was startled, gazing dumb. Psyche arrived immediately. She thought they had a leader, but No.
She looked back to the other door. Wife hoped to run for safety, in peace. Her movement wasn't restricted like theirs.
Her apparel fell off from her waist. Wife's naked body was there to watch. The day seemed bright at this moment. Her clock could be reading Four and a half hour.
It's been a night with her Psyche, though it's been a time alone.
Wife only wanted three kids. (a boy and probably, two girls)
Her bedroom was damn messy.
The aliens hadn't made it halfway her old position.
They struggled like little worms in our spaghetti.

Wife opened the bathroom door instead.
She glued to the toilet. Her breath went high.
Anyone watching could assume she's a weed smoker.
Reality was fast becoming something else.
Oh!...She hoped, she hope.
Psyche reminds her of Husband.. Her womb tells her more of the alien.
Wife's loneliness has no disease or limitation.
Wife shuts her eyes in prayer.
"What if I become their god".. her psyche tells her something new.
She aired in and out.. The idea seemed much interesting.
Wife paused back at the door.
She held the door's hand, while her psyche holds her breath in harmony.
The door dashed open immediately. Her eyes went for every corner, then the mirror was the last.
Aliens were no more.
They were only an illusion caused by her dim sight-psyche.
Wife became weakened.
Her loneliness slides in again.
She was left with a dead phone, her psyche, and an old clock that never stopped ticking.

Welcome to 21st Century.