I watched as my wife drive off to teach another day of grade school, worrying about mundane things like completing the Server maintenance task I was working on via remote, paying mortgage, and the yearly chore of preparing taxes for the IRS. I thought to myself “Man, I need a change,” and sighed.
As I turned from the window I noticed a child walking up my driveway. I turned back and noticed it wasn’t a child at all… it looked… more like… an elf!” My eyes got wide, and the elf waved as our eyes met. He walked up to the front door, and daintily jabbed the doorbell.
I looked out the side window at the elf, and he smiled back, and waggled both sets of tiny fingers at me in greetings.
I didn’t notice any swords, daggers, wands, guns, cubes with arcane writings, or tiny high-tech blasters – and he was wearing short sleeves. So I hesitantly opened the door. “Uh, Hi… You’re not from around here, are you?” I asked, immediately feeling like a idiot.
“Actually, I’m from right over there.” The elf said, pointing down the street.
“Really?” I asked, looking down the street, one eyebrow raised.
“Sure, but it’s…. oooOoh! How would you put it? ‘Out of phase with your reality.'” The elf offered helpfully.
“Really…..” I said, drawing it out.
“It’s all very confusing; your scientists are decades away from figuring it all out. When they do…”
“When they do… What!” I asked alarmed.
“Oh nothing. Should be fun times tho!” The elf smiled, gazing off into the distance.
“AHEM! So YOU can conveniently traverse whatever boundary exists between different dimensions or realities?” I asked?
“Sure. Easy peasy. Ya just gotta know how…”
“And you did that, to visit MY home, why?” I asked, slowly, with another raised eyebrow.
“We’ve been watching you and your wife for quite some time.” The elf said with zero emotion. “You just said you wished for ‘a change’. I’m here to offer you ‘a change’.”
“Define: Change, as it applies in this situation.” I said, eyes squinted.
The elf smiled. “It could mean SO many things… Let’s have a chat, shall we?”
“I am NOT inviting you into my house, if that’s what you’re looking for…” I said.
“Oh, you don’t have to… your wife invited us in years ago.” The elf said, with a slight laugh. “We like your home!” I heard a noise behind me, as I turned, I saw the dozens of fairy and elf dolls my wife has strategically hidden around the living room, very much alive and animated.
“Change is good!” The elf said, laughing!
“Coffee,” I said, nodding blankly. As I went into the kitchen, a fairy floated over with a steaming cup of coffee – made just the way I like it: bit of sugar, bit of milk, bit of chocolate syrup. I slurped it, smiled, and resisting the urge to scream like a madman said “That’s perfect, fellas. Thanks!”