A green little man destroyed my day this morning. He lives in a tidy surly little bungalow with wide library windows facing my room. My life was filled with dreams and headaches this morning, my mind soaring with the events of yesterday night's sub conscious. He stood staring at me in my pajamas from his front door.

Why are you looking at me little man? He was still there when my bus came around and his face flicked by like a skipped channel.....what had he seen that was so shocking?