Like what the sidewalk feels like on bare feet, or sitting on it and drawing with chalk (even though I don't like chalk because I don't like my hands feeling like dust). And what the waves of the ocean feel like crashing down on my body, snapping me figuratively in half, with salt in my eyes, knowing that I can always come up for air because someone's there to help. I wonder what it's like to throw snowballs at someone, or to be hit with snowballs. I want to play mini-golf, and I want to putt the ball by myself, and I want to feel the grass of the golf courses because it looks like green felt material. I wonder what it's like to bounce on a trampoline, to be high up in the air, just me and my body, until I bam-boom-smack back down on the trampoline and laugh a lot because that's how it's like for everybody I've ever watched. I wonder what it's like laying on grass; is it itchy? I've felt it in my hands, but as a child I could never walk in it because it made my legs wobbly and my walker unsteady. And I wonder what it's like to crunch autumn leaves under my shoes. I don't want to stomp them, I want to dance on them. I wonder what the rain is really like when it pours. Does it feel like sharp ice? Does it feel like a heavy, pressurized shower? Does it feel like drowning? When it's hardly raining, that feels like a leaky faucet, like a drip drop drip drop. I want to know what it's like to be standing on the edge of something, nearly falling off. I wonder what that tingle inside is like that tells you to be careful and to back up a bit; I wonder if it's the same tingle that tells you to slow down and back up from falling for somebody. I wonder what a scraped knee feels like, a bruised shin, a cracked head, a road burn, a rug burn, a stubbed toe. Even if they hurt, I'd like to know what the feeling is like. I wonder what roller coasters are like, but I'll never be able to ride them because they're much too dangerous for me. I wonder what it's like to lay on my stomach. I wonder what it's like to be on top during sex, or to have my hips straighten enough to touch against someone else's. I wonder the differences between the way it feels to run and to jog and to fast-walk and to walk and to traipse like you do and to gallop and to leap forward and to skip. I want to play... what is that game with the little yellow ball and the thing you hit it with over a big net? Tennis? Or is it racquetball? Or something else? You told me before, that's when you started calling me alien. I want to sit on a bar stool and make it spin around in circles and then be dizzy but not because I'm drunk. I wonder what a jacuzzi is like, but even simpler- I wonder what a bathtub is like. I wonder what it's like to glide, like on a skating rink. I wonder. I wonder if I'll ever know. And I wonder.. if I'll always be your little alien.