Alien Sensory World

It was another normal morning, I woke up and stretched my tired limbs that had been curled up on top of the cardboard home I called my bed.it must have been very early as the street lights that still worked were still on, and only the odd truck or car made it's zooming noise in the nearby main road. A man on a cycle peddeled by dressed warmly for the winter season stopping intermittently to deliver.his rolled up papers that humans for some strange reason seemed to spend hours staring at. While the usual sounds and sounds and hustle and bustle was still absent my growling stomach reminded me that breakfast was the order of the day. I slowly ambled across the grassy stretch towards the dustbin cans of my usual haunt. The owners of this residence were known for being messy and careless in throwing out their leftovers which made my life easier. I greedily stuck my head inside the lidless can and sniffed for whatever wares awaited me. You could not afford to be too particular in my position so I indiscriminately devoured whatever remnants of last nights dinner remained. I suppose I could coin the phrase, someones trash becomes someone elses treasure. Having finished with my meagre meal i scurried along to search for some water and to my luck a Gardner a few houses down had left several puddles after watering the lawn so I ran towards the puddle and with my long tongue stretched out thirstily lapped up the cold liquid which immediately heightened my senses and invigorated me. Yes, I was ready to face whatever adventure lay ahead of me for the day.