I'm a man coming from Mercury and I’m a tourist who's currently undergoing the effing jet lag. On the planet where I came from, we have culture and society, just like the earth. But I've never thought that earth is so... Human. Very endearing by the look yet pretty difficult that I can't even figure what they are doing, and when I do, none of my sense will lead me to the answer of why they're doing this. This creature I saw a couple of hours ago whose look has been sort of haunting me in a good way, emblazoning the good dreams of me, was once doing a thing I couldn't get. I was innocent, sitting across her in the lounge of their, uhm, rocket station (I supposed they called it an airport or something like that) when this girl whose look seemed like a moon, bright and pale, starting to look at the wide window with a watery eyes. There was this liquid and I suppose that was water, just like the liquid they always drink here. She stared at nothing as of course there's nothing interesting outside the window through a pair of eyes of someone who doesn't come from a different planet like me. This moony creature looked so burdened. I assumed it was kind of hard to have her eyes turning into a dam like that. She seemed struggling to hold the liquid in her eyes as it would have caused a disaster if the liquid had dropped. I'd never seen a creature like her. Bright and pale and endearing at the same time, she went touching the surface of my heart. I guessed this was what humans call a, uhm, fling or something like that. The girl's eyes started to dancing in a very wicked way and she bit her lower lip, forcing her eyes to focus on something she'd been staring through the window when it seemed to turn blurry on her. Suddenly, she let loose her lower lip and closed her eyes very slowly. This was when a drop or two of the liquid fell gently, streaming down her moony face. The liquid was salty by the smell, like something she'd carried as a souvenir from the shore she'd visited before. She'd just got off sailing, I supposed. She was in the room but she seemed pretty far from the circumstances, somehow like she knew that she didn't belong there, like she belong elsewhere colder that it would help her freezing that liquid she'd been managed not to fall. In a minute, I was pretty sure that I'd have given whatever I had for her to fly somewhere else she wanted if she'd asked me to, somewhere fitted her fair figure, somewhere magnificent. But she didn't ask me, nor did she realized that I was staring at her by the time. I'd never seen a creature like her. Bright and pale and endearing at the same time, she flew elegantly to the night, placing her self on such a wonderful way among the twinkling stars.
