Impossible Things

As I sat myself down at my tiny table in the kitchenette half of my apartment, I poured myself a glass of orange juice. I hummed to myself. I wasn't used to Earth, being an alien.

As I sat myself down at my tiny table in the kitchenette half of my apartment, I poured myself a glass of orange juice. But it was really orange-tinted water with various herbs, spices, and metals, which I had to drink for sustenance. I cracked my knuckles and took a sip.

I licked my lips. They were parched, like I'd been outside in the cold for too long, because my home planet was one which the normal temperature was at a constant seventy degrees. I wasn't used to Earth's climate, being an alien.

The microwave beeped. This was signaling my food was finished. It was no foreign object to me, my race haven given the humans such things as "microwaves" and super-powered portable telecommunication databases known more commonly as "cellular phones".

I took my food to the table, a long furnished oak piece. The tree it came from had harbored a vicious pack of wood fairies, long extinct, that had hidden in the trunk. When I set the plate down on it, I took my seat again and glanced out the window. A bird flew past. Back at my home planet, the more common thing to see fly around were diurnal bats.

I hummed to myself and enjoyed my breakfast

Author's Note

Based off of this quote:
"Alice laughed. 'There's no use trying,' she said. 'One can't believe impossible things.'
'I daresay you haven't had much practice,' said the Queen. 'When I was your age, I always did it half an hour a day. Why, sometimes, I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.'"
-Lewis Carroll