Something Strange Going On...

So, this morning I slept in till six o'clock in the evening. Six o'clock!! I know I didn't get to sleep until seven in the morning (yes, my sleeping habits are atrocious), but that is still really late for me. But it was one of those times when you wake up naturally and you feel so refreshed, having slept like a baby all the way through. 

And that was strange.

Normally, if I sleep in my mom and dad will try wake me up. They'd come in, deliberately leave the door open so he dogs will get in, scream at me from the kitchen, and keep at it until I have no choice but to get up so that will shut up. 

Didn't happen. 

When I did get up, the family room was empty (which was strange in itself--my dad should have been watching CNN at six, he never misses it) so I started to practice my piano. My dad came in, kissed me on the forehead, handed me a drink. No word about the fact that I had just woken up, (which I obviously had), no surly, "Ah, decided to join the living, have you?" Or "About time you graced us with your presence" Just a kiss and a drink. 

Strange.

By the time I got done running through Fur Elise a few times (it had been so long since I last played it that my finger couldn't quite remember it) my mother came in. "Oh, are you done playing?" she asks. "That's too bad, I wanted to hear it. It sounded good, Sarah."

No complaints about how I could be cleaning instead of plunking on the piano, no mention of all about how I slept the day away. No nagging whatsoever. And then: "Why don't we make some brownies together?"

.....

What?

So, we make the brownies and I ask what size pan she thinks we should use and she says, "Whatever one you think best. You always make the best brownies."

No. I don't. My brownies always turn out like bricks because I leave them in there too long.

There is only one explanation for all of this.

My parents have been turned into POD PEOPLE. Yes, that's right: POD PEOPLE.

It is obvious my parents aren't themselves. I mean, Star Trek was on the TV when I came home and my dad was all like, "look! It's your favorite!" And when I mentioned how it was the episode where Spock and Picard are trying to make peace with the Romulans, he tells me that I just ruined it for him, that he hasn't seen that one yet.

.....Yes. He has.  I iknow he has, he's seen like, every episdoe of star trek there is. He used to watch with Dekker when he was on strike at the factory--they'd sit outside in the car and watch on his little, four inch black and white tv. Whats more, I know I've watched this episode with him. 

He's a POD PERSON. 

I've figured it out: years ago, aliens took residence in our basement. It was dark, moldy and cluttered, and no one went down there. Perfect place for the aliens to set up their pods and wait a few years untilt he time to take over earth. Well, when our basement was flooded we had to move everything and I think the disturbance woke them up prematurely. And of course, they can't survive without a human host, and my parents were down there late at night, rearranging things. 

THEY ARE POD PEOPLE. 

This means that I must not fall asleep. No matter what, I MUST NOT FALL ASLEEP. Or they will take over my body and use it to bring down the earth, where we will all live in a false state of contenment, walking around sedatedly, bland smiles on our faces, no ambition, no passion...

No angsty fanfiction. 

I can't let that happen.