It's morning! Time for food! I'm so excited for Mom to wake up and feed us!!
I sit in my fuzzy bed in the entry room, where Mom expects me to be when she wakes up. She won't feed us if we aren't sitting in our beds, quiet and obedient.
The sun woke me up, but I know it will be a bit before Mom wakes up. I don't know how she wakes up, but when she does the sun is always at the same position.
My sibling (not by blood, just another one of us) isn't in his bed. He's sitting next to the door to Mom's room, where she is probably still sleeping.
"Hey." I call to him.
"I'm hungry." He responds.
"Don't bother Mom."
"BUT I'M SO HUNGRY."
"She'll get mad."
"AGGH." He continues sitting next to the door. Periodically, he knocks softly on the door, but Mom won't come out until she's ready.
Gramps (also not related by blood) slowly walks over to his bed and sits down.
"Gramps, Kevin is trying to bother Mom." I tattle-tell.
"Kevin, get over here." Gramps requests, but Kevin stays put.
"I'm HUNGRY." Kevin says, hangrily.
"Mom won't come out until her waking time."
"I want to know EXACTLY WHEN SHE GETS UP."
Gramps huffs and lays down in his own fuzzy bed next to mine.
"It's best to just go along with the routine." He says.
"Gramps, tell me about when we were wild." I request. I like to dream about being a wild human when I go to bed at night, because it sounds so cool.
"Hmph. It was a harder life than we have now."
"How did we get our food before we had a Mom?"
"We would drive cars from our home building to another building..."
"And that's where the food was stored?"
"Well, first, we had to work, in order to get our food."
"What's a car? What's work?" I ask.
Gramps grumbles and thinks for a moment. "Um. A car. So we wouldn't have to walk. It was like Mom's ship, but on the ground."
"Oh I hate that thing. Any time Mom takes us in her ship we go to the vet."
"But we would drive our own."
"WOAH!"
"And usually it was to go to work."
"I would drive to the moon!" Kevin says, finally jumping into his bed to listen.
"Some humans did drive to the moon, long long ago." Gramps remembers, "We would see stories about it on the teevee."
"What's a--" Kevin starts.
Suddely, there's a sliding sound as Mom's door slides sideways and closes behind her. She walks into the entry room and into the kitchen, satisfied that we are all in our beds.
"╉╓┵╗┚╸" Mom greets us. We don't understand her language, but we can make out certain patterns. For example, when she calls, I'm "╿╬", Kevin is "┳╺╝", and Gramps is "╓╏".
"You know, it's funny. When we used to make up stories about extra-terrestrials back in my day, we always imagined 'em as being these skinny gray things, about the same height as us, or maybe shorter." Gramps reminisces.
Mom wasn't short, and she wasn't gray, and she didn't really look like us. Most of the time, she moved around on her thin, stick-like legs, supporting her orbular body. She had two eyes, like us, and her skin was similar to ours, but more of a purple color. She wore soft shells around her body that were different colors, kind of like how she put clothes on us when it was cold outside, but ours were made of Homeplanet fabrics, like made from BaahBaah hair.
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We had some similarities to Mom. However, Mom manipulated the world around her in a way we didn't understand - we had hands, we could grab our toy wildebeast and bat it around, but Mom always made things happen in a way we could not perceive.
Once Mom was in the kitchen, the bag of food came out. Every day we got chunks of dry chicken-and-veggie kibble. Sometimes, we'd get special food, like chicken and veggies in a sauce. Kevin and I like the food fine, it's whatever, but Gramps always seems frustrated at it. I suppose that he had other foods when he was a Wild Gramps, and maybe he's bored of the routine.
