Tim was supposed to be in bed by eight. It’s half past now. In his defence, he can’t tell time yet. And even if he could, he wouldn’t have checked. He is far too fixated on something outside.
When the view from your bedroom window is just big green fields, there isn’t anything too exciting that happens. Sheep are occasionally grazing, once there were cows. But this time, Tim saw something else. A light.
It was just the one light, glowing bright enough for Tim to see it in the corner of his eye when he was changing into his PJs, but not light enough for him to figure out what it is. Maybe it’s just the farmer out late checking his crops, or maybe he’s looking for something? Tim thinks to himself. His pet dog, perhaps? Maybe it ran away! Tim thinks back to when his cat, Penny, ran away last bonfire night because of the loud fireworks. She came back the next day, but Tim has never been so worried. The thought that Mr. Farmer might have lost his best friend too sends shivers down his spine.
Wait, does Mr. Farmer even have a dog? Maybe not.
Perhaps the light isn’t the farmer at all, Tim thinks. Maybe it’s a lone traveller, going on a wild adventure across Huddersfield, camping out for the night with nothing but… a torch? A single match? Or an enchanted glowing ring!
Maybe the ring is super rare! Maybe it gives the traveller magical powers, like the power to live forever! And maybe he’s on the run, becasue he stole the ring from the ‘Museum of Very Very Important Things’! Tim considers calling the police and being the hero of the night, but he can’t remember the number, plus, he doesn’t have a phone — he’s not allowed one until he starts high school.
Maybe it’s not a traveller, or a ring of eternal life. Maybe it’s aliens! Aliens from Pluto! (It will always be a planet in Tim’s eyes.) And they’ve come to Earth to take over the world!
No, too scary. Tim doesn’t want to give himself nightmares again.
Nice Aliens that have kindly come to Earth to… give us crazy alien food! Yes! Like blue carrots! Stretchy chocolate, and broccoli that tastes yummy! Maybe the food gives the ability to fly, go invisible, or make Tim’s sister less annoying!
There’s no spaceship though. So maybe it’s not aliens.
By this point, Tim has been staring at the light so intensely that the window has almost completely fogged up.
His eyes start feeling heavy, he wants to keep watching, to figure out what it is! But by the seventh yawn, he eventually closes the curtains —has one last peak — then rests his head on his pillow.
Maybe it’s just a light, he thinks to himself, nothing special.
Or maybe it’s an angel.
Jake Grayson Writes 