This morning I went for an early morning walk in my mom's neighborhood. It was a beautiful, crisp morning. About 45 degrees. Slight humidity. My breath was thick and white. The moon above was still faintly visible in the early blue sky.

All seemed right. All seemed good. I followed the neighborhood road to the big road. And I walked along the big road, because there was a sidewalk next to it and it seemed okay to do this thing. It seemed okay to walk. But, as I trekked, a slight fear took hold. I'm not sure they use the sidewalks for people here. There must be some other malevolent purpose. Perhaps it's to roll out the coffins of a dying humanity. But I don't know. I'm only basing this on what I saw. And what I saw was no people.

They don't do humans in the concrete lanes of North Dallas. You know: humans. As in 'human beings.' I didn't see one on my 45-minute jaunt.

But I did see a lot of another, much larger creature. These beings soared by me feverishly on their four short, stubby legs, each one wearing big black circles for shoes. They made loud screams and drew deep menacing breaths. I couldn't understand them because their language was full of power and intimidation.

I looked, but I didn't see any of the creatures like me - the slower ones on two legs, the ones with skin and nails and hair and teeth. Not one.

It was scary and disorienting. And when I got home, I locked the door behind me.

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