Pink Spaceship

Part 1

    I was sitting down to eat breakfast and i forgot the milk. Just as i stood, I noticed the cereal bowl was slowly spinning on the table. I sat and stared in puzzlement at the bowl. What I failed to notice was there was someone standing outside looking at me through the window. When I finally managed to tear my attention away from the bowl and turned to get the milk from the fridge, I noticed the person at the window.
    I froze as I stared at the person outside who was looking straight at me. Quickly I realized i recognized the person. It was Elvis, not Elvis Costello, but The King, Elvis Prestly!
            “You’re dead.” I heard myself say.
    With a slightly shocked look he replied,
            “No, I’m not.”
    He looked better than I expected, older, but fit, also thinner and tanned.
    In shock, I could only repeat my previous statement,                            
“You’re dead.”
    He just shook his head, as he did a spaceship came into view behind him. It was ugly, it was pink, and it silently landed not twenty feet behind him on the lawn. Looking over his shoulder at his gaudy pink ship and grinned. As he turned back to me, he grinned an even wider grin and said,
            “No, I faked all that, I have to go.”

Part 2

    As Elvis turned to go back to his spaceship, he stopped and stood for a moment. Then he turned and walked back to the window and leaned his elbow on the window sill.
    “What’s your name?” he asked.
    Without thinking I told him.
    “Would you like to come with me?” He asked.
    To say I was shocked by this was an understatement. I had no clue what to say to this. I felt my jaw drop as the question I was just asked tumbled around in my mind.
    I guess I stood there in shock for quite a while, for next I knew he was snapping his fingers at me and saying “You in there?”
    My attention snapped back and I found myself asking,
    “Where are you going?”
    He relied,
    “Don’t know, just for a spin.”
    As he said this he turned a little to look back at his ship, and continued,
    “Just got her, she’s a beauty, I call her Pricilla 2.”
    I looked at the ship, and besides the color, I would have to agree. But the color, hot pink, did little to impress.
    I felt some of my senses coming back to me.
    “Just a spin to where? I asked.
    “Where do you want to go?” Elvis replied.
    As a joke I said, “How about New Zealand?”
    Elvis shook his head, “Too close, think bigger.”
    I just stood there, New Zealand was about as far away as you could go, I tried to think of somewhere further, but said “Huh?” instead.
    “Proxima Centauri? Or how about Eta Carina, Ring nebula?”
    But as he said this I heard a faint buzzing sound. Elvis reached into a pocket in his jumpsuit and pulled out what looked like a cell phone.
    “Hello.” He said. A few seconds later his facial expression changed, and then a minute later he snapped the phone shut.
    “Sorry, I got to go, that was the President, I got a war to fight, damn aliens!” He turned and ran to the spaceship, and a second later it hurtled silently skyward and was gone.