A 16 Year Old's Dream Chapter 4

## Story

He was sinking into her bed. She kept sinking, like it was a bottomless pit. Maya was holding tightly onto someone.

"Ow. Stop pinching me!" It was the meteor from last night. Her dream was continuing.

"I can dream as if I'm watching television," Maya thought, fascinated. But what's more imperative than that is worrying about where they are falling to.

It would be very bad if they should land on the ground and break their necks after falling for so long. They probably won't die since this is a dream, but it would also be bad if they were to feel a lot of pain. The meteor she held to her chest grew smaller and smaller.

"It's going to disappear at this rate," she thought.

The little meteor became a fistful of dust and flew away. She opened her eyes and saw that it was bright all around her. It was no longer the black sky of night! She could see the green planet Earth below her. Flocks of sheep forming intricate patterns on the plains ran about and played. There are many towering green trees.

"Yes, now this is a park," Maya thought happily.

The ground quickly approached her. She covered her eyes with her hands and rolled up into a ball. This is the moment her body makes impact with the earth.

"Ah! That didn't hurt." She just bounced right back up into the sky. Bounced back up a few times, in fact. The height she attains gets lower with each bounce.

From the ground, she could hear a low bleating. She finally landed. Either she was spinning or the ground was spinning with her. Nosey was standing right in front of her. He looked as if he'd fall over onto his side.

"Nosey, you're going to fall over."

"You're the one who's falling over." Nosey holds her.

Contrary to his form as a doll, Nosey was no longer made of wood. He was no longer a mere toy. His eyes that had been made from plastic and cloth and his nose were now well put together in the form of a human face. She grabbed his nose to see if she could pull it off.

"Ow. That hurt."

"Wow. Nosey, are you human now?"

"I did the hard job of catching you as you fell, so why are you doing this to me?!" Nosey gestured at a trampoline with his hand.

His nose was longer than his hand, making it seem as if was gesturing with his nose. A single sheep clung onto one side of the trampoline. It had a sticker with the number "69" pasted on its chest.

"Hello. Why is there a sticker on you?"

"Because there are so many of us. We need to be able to tell each other apart."

Nosey left while they were talking.

"I have to get going now. I'm building myself a house here."

It seemed as if he planned on staying here forever. No. 69 had taken off from the herd of sheep and was now playing on top of some alphabet blocks. He was using the angled edge of a pink A as a slide. You could see water coming up over M. Maya walked down a yellow brick road. Naturally, she was humming. She took a closer look and saw that the fountain was huge. The sheep were singing as they ran in and out of the hole through which the water spouted. A careful listen revealed that the water spouts to the beat of the sheep's song. A fascinating fountain.

In the center of it all, a column of water, visible even from far away, shot high into the sky as if it were piercing the clouds.

"Oh my, there's a little boy in the middle of the herd! He's having a lot of fun, riding the sheep and grabbing them".

Maya befriended the little boy, and played hide and seek with him until her clothes were drenched. Sometimes they would fall into the spout where the water was coming from as they ran, but that was part of the fun. All that running around was making her hungry.

"I'm hungry, even in my dreams."

At the sound of her stomach growling, the little boy climbed up a tree and brought down a freshly baked wheat pie.

"Is that some kind of bakery tree? Looks delicious." She hurriedly wolfed down the pie. She looked at the boy sitting next to her. Something about his clothes seemed familiar.

"Thanks for the pie. You're Coco, right?"

"Is that my name?" Responded the little boy.

"Uh, I guess it's not your name."

"Oh, it's fine. It sounds nice. I'll go by that. What's your name, sister?"

"It's Maya."

"We get along so well. It's fun playing with you. There's no one to play with, so I've been lonely here." She found Coco to be very cute.

He felt like a little brother to her. She thought about eating more pie, but she could hear her mother's voice calling from a distance.

"Maya, wake up. I'm going to work."

She has to make breakfast for her mom. She was dreaming so long, she overslept.

"I have to go. Mom's calling me."

Coco looked sad. "You're coming back, right? Take this." He plucked an iris and placed it in her hand.

Maya and Coco walked together to the edge of the plain.

"How old are you anyway?"

"I don't know." Coco's face became even sadder. "I'll find out by the next time you come back."

She stepped over the edge and fell.

"You have to come back soon—"

She could hear Coco's last words as she opened her eyes.

She placed the iris in her hand into a vase and rushed to the bathroom.

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*"Quite a surprising debut novel. It's unbelievable that it was written by a sixteen year old." - Daily News*

"While her novel is unrealistic, it is at the same time very realistic. The stage upon which the story unfolds is a gift of the imagination, but the characters and the dialogue within feel truly alive. Can't give it anything but five stars." - Dew Da. Blogger.

"I don't want to keep using this expression, but I stayed up all night reading it." – Steven Queen

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## See Also

* Story (Complete version)
* A 16 Year Old's Dream