[ WP ] You wake up . The world is now governed by the qualities and physics of a 9-year-old 's classroom doodles .

I am a creature of indiscernable age. I only know this: my body is made up of four lines flanking a central line which support my head. I have two bug-like eyes and a goofy smile, and no nose to speak of. 
 
 I have a similarly formed friend called Sam, except she has a yellow blob of hair roughly shaped like a mango. Its most remarkable feature is that it stays stiff. Whenever we run, Sam's hair stays in place, at the same angle, though her limbs may contort in anatomically disturbing ways. 
 
 My mom is Mary, who wears a green dress and brown hair that curves at her neck, not unlike a ram's horns. My mom is always smiling, except when she sees me pull Sam's mango/hair, and that's when her arms cross and her eyebrows angle down over the dots that are her eyes. 
 
 We live in a house that has a front and side all on the same plane. There's smoke coming from the chimney at all points, in little curly puffs like dirty cotton. The path that leads to our house is the width of the door, and then meanders sideways like a snake, slowly growing in width, before disappearing somewhere to the right. 
 
 Meanwhile, the river that flows down from the mountains in the distance remains the same width while it travels down to the plain and lines up parallel to the door before heading downward like a waterfall. 
 
 The little semicircular bridge across the river looks too small for anyone to fit in, but the river is wide enough for my friends and I to just step across, so we're not too worried about that. 
 
 The sun is a bright white circle framed by yellow. Exactly sixteen yellow lines emerge from it and then dissipate. The sky surrounding it is blue, and to the left you can see five black birds forming a big V made up of little Vs. 
 
 Across the river is an apple tree, which is taller than Sam but shorter than Mom or I. This is convenient because we can pluck apples with ease, and it always has fruit. 
 
 It's nice to live here, with the pretty sun and the blue sky and blue river and the little birds and the apple tree. But my Mom says we only ever have one thing to dread. You see, we ca n't die here. We live on doing the same things. Staying the same age. We do not move in time - only in two dimensions. 
 
 But there will come one time when we will simply cease to exist - be lost forever. It's called the big blackness. 
 
 That is when the Big Child in the Sky, the one who draws us, decides to move on, and turns the page.
