I don’t remember how old I was when I started hearing a voice in my head. All I know is that I never found it unusual. It was comforting, to have another’s voice drift through my consciousness from time to time.
I didn’t know the language, but I knew that the speaker was a young girl – or her planet’s equivalent of a girl – my age. I just knew.
A year ago, she turned up on my doorstep, on my 85th birthday. I knew it was my ‘alien’ friend, despite her human garb.
We spoke at the same time.