Haikus and Aliens: A Close Encounter of the 5.7.5 Kind

My name is Malcolm
I am eleven years old
Just a normal kid

Ordinary day
Malcolm, lights out, time for bed
Okay Mom, Goodnight

Drift off with sweet dreams
Cozy in my nice warm bed
Odd sound wakes me up

Never heard a sound
like that before in waking
What the heck is it?

Doesn't Mom hear this?
I can't move, I feel stuck here
What is going on?

My room fills with light
It's an almost blinding light
I still cannot move

My house is shaking
Am I asleep and dreaming?
This seems very real

A figure appears
A silhouette in the light
Am I going mad?