Who was she. God she was beautiful, but dead as a Dodo. What the hell was she doing in my house? Even Shakespeare and his Globe Theatre would have found it difficult to beat her dramatic pose. Then there were the lights, NASA could not have done better! Out of instinct I drew my Walther PPK.
As I moved to a less exposed position, my visitor and her lights vanished. I decided to keep what I had seen to myself for the moment. Perhaps I will talk with the boss later.
Just for a moment I froze as I looked down on Earth
I have amended the first and last lines. After posting this story.