I walked over and sat down at the kitchen table, or what I could only assume was the kitchen table. It was a large, dark gray, oval-top table with a pedestal leg and four black chairs surrounding it. The chairs were done in a similar pedestal leg, with a high back, and no arms.
I will not lie; I actually had a lot of concerns about sitting down on the chair and how … supportive … it was.
I gingerly perched on the edge of the chair, grateful that my host was short enough that my feet could be flat on the floor. At least this way, if it did give out from under me, I could still maintain some semblance of dignity. But only a semblance.
The little green man took off his cloak and I had my first glimpse of him. I didn't think that we had it that far off. In fact, he was so close to what we pictured aliens to be that there was no way it could be a coincidence.
