A short boy sitting on top of a plant-like hover-orb smiled softly and waved at you. "Hi there, crumb. I am Cookie! Feel free to call me anything you like." You nodded, acknowledging his statement. "Okay... Hello, Cookie. I am [n]. What is this place?" He giggled like a child, his navy blue hair falling into his face. "You're in a special place. A place where writers exist." He replied. "Writers?" You echoed and he nodded, "Yupperoni! This is an invisible layer in the whole cake. Like a.. A secret layer of sugar-free icing your parents slipped in. It contains three groups; The writers, the readers, and the middies! You're on the writer's side, when you should be on the reader's side!" He stopped and sighed, doing a complete 180 on his planet-thingy. He beckoned for you to follow and you did. Then, suddenly, he stopped and grabbed your arm. "Hey! What're you-" You shouted but he interrupted you and threw you through some sort of liquid wall. "Have fun!~" He called before everything became a blur.

you smell different when you're awake