I squint in the low light, trying to make out my surroundings. My breath quickens as a mental image of the dark-eyed aliens returns, and I look for them. My head feels blurry and slow, like all of me hasn’t quite woken up yet. It smells like I’m in a sewer, I can feel a wall behind me, and my body hurts all freaking over. My eyes slide open, and I gaze around me.

Work dreams are the worst, usually, but this one was a relief. I’d try to count out change only to get distracted. For hours on end, angry banking clients yelled at me as I kept trying to tear open packs of twenties that wouldn’t seem to come open. I always dreamed of work when I was stressed. Then, I went back to sleep, dreaming of work. Was I going to die? Frantically, I worked my jaw, trying to breathe even as the world got dark around me.

Something hot and dry wrapped over my mouth, choking me, and a noxious scent filled my nostrils. One of the aliens tilted its head at me, and the bird chirping sound happened again, even though his mouth didn’t move. Things with long black eyes and big heads and skinny pale arms. I squinted, my eyes adjusting to the darkness, and I found myself surrounded by. Then the light clicked off and a bird chirped. shining something in my eyes? I blinked, trying to focus, and realized that I wasn’t dreaming at all. I squinted into the tiny light someone was shining in my eyes. In that dream, I tried to lift my hand to shield me from the light.Įxcept when I went to raise my hand, I couldn’t. Dreams of walking in a tunnel and seeing an oncoming train. Not the usual losing teeth or naked in front of the class dreams. I went to sleep, and from there, shit got weird. It was a Tuesday, and Tuesdays were all work, no play. Not exactly the life of the party, but hey. I came home after a long day of working the drive-thru teller window at the bank, nuked a Lean Cuisine, ate it while watching TV, and dozed off on the couch before stumbling to bed. Today? Today’s a very different sort of story. Oh, sure, there were all kinds of possibilities out there in the universe, but if someone would have told me that little green men were hanging around Earth in flying saucers, just waiting to abduct people? I would have told them they were crazy. Up until yesterday, I Georgie Carruthers, never believed in aliens. Subscribe to my newsletter and never miss a new release! Because now, the aliens are having ship trouble, and they’ve left their cargo of human women – including me – on an ice planet.Īnd the only native inhabitant I’ve met? He’s big, horned, blue, and really, really has a thing for me… You’d think being abducted by aliens would be the worst thing that could happen to me.

Ice planet barbarians