Rowena Roman

Chapter 4 Noah: Part 4 (Edited)

A mouse was talking to him.

A gold colored mouse with red eyes was talking to him.

Noah quickly grabbed the back of his head, feeling around as if to make sure that there wasn't any kind of bump. He had to have hit his head to think that a mouse, a real mouse, was talking to him.

"You're not imagining things." Conscious said. "You're not hallucinating or having a strange dream after drinking too much, I am very real." To prove his point the mouse jumped off the back of the couch and scurried over to him, climbing Noah's pant leg to stop at his knee, a knee that Noah kept completely still. "As you can see, I breathe and speak just like you. Only that I am a mouse rather than a human being such as yourself. Now then," he raised his paw again. "Let's try this again shall we?"

With slow hesitance Noah gently took the mouse's paw with his index finger and thumb, and shook slightly.

"There we go, good lad. Even in this situation you should at least know how to greet someone properly even if they aren't like you." Conscious then jumped off of the boy's knee and scurried over to the kitchen. "Would you like some tea or coffee?" he asked when he reached the counter top.

"Uh..." he found himself saying as he slowly followed the strange creature. "You... you can do that?"

"It's rather easy for me," the mouse said. "I've done it many a times by now. So what will it be?"

Noah had no idea how to respond.

Conscious looked at him with those red eyes of his, nose twitching as his tail moved. "Very well then, I will take your lack of response and choose for myself, I hope earl grey is alright with you. It's the only tea we have at the moment."

"How?"

The mouse paused and looked at him. "How what? How can I a mouse know how to make tea? Is that what you're trying to ask me?"

"How can you talk?" Noah rephrased.

"I talk just as any other person would, or can." He stated as if this fact wasn't a bother. Even though Noah's mind continued to loop again and again trying to figure out how it was even possible for a tiny mouse to speak in such a calm and yet somehow elegant male voice. The voice didn't match the body, and the mouse spoke in a polite tone. It was strange to say the least.

This had to be some kind of dream.

"A mouse shouldn't be able to speak, it's impossible!"

The mouse still looked calm. "Be that as it may, I am what you see and I speak as you do now. I have done so for many years, and years to come that won't change."

Noah ran his hands over his face. "This has to be some kind of dream..."

Instantly cold water hit him in the face, causing Noah to stagger out of his chair and fall to the floor. He looked up to see Conscious looking down at him and holding a spoon.

"There now, see? You're not dreaming. If you were you'd have woken up from that." he then pointed to the cloth that was resting on the bar. "You can use that to dry yourself off, and if needed I'd be more than happy to throw water in your face again to make you realize the truth."

"No... I... that's okay, sorry I just can't really believe what I'm seeing or hearing." Noah slowly got up and took the cloth and removed his glasses to dry himself off.

"That's alright, like I've said before you are not the first person to react the way you have. There are a variety of people who respond the way you do. Nothing to feel ashamed of I assure you."