Invasion
A drabble and a bit
By Numnut
21 Nov 2003

Scattered pieces of coloured paper.

Discarded ribbon.

Leftover cake, crumbs hugging the cushions.

He looked around his quarters in dismay, the subtle misplacement of furniture shattering its usual harmony.

Empty plates.

Jammed recycler.

Chocolate smears on the wall.

Spock sighed, ever baffled by human habit, ever stretched to understand the reason or the logic of the human mind.

He picked up a discarded party hat, and twiddled with it, his long fingers dancing along its plasticard surface.

It had almost been an invasion. His privacy bared to many.

He shivered.

The trust had been hard to give.

But the smile had been worth it.

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FIN.