Adventures of Nemo in Slumberland (Interactive)

Your room is quiet in the way a pond is quiet—still on the surface, but full of small, secret movements underneath.

The wallpaper’s pale flowers seem to lean toward the window. Your toy soldiers stand in crooked ranks along the shelf, as if they’ve been mid-speech and were interrupted by the very idea of bedtime. The clock on the mantel makes a sound like a polite throat-clearing: *tick… tick… tick…*

Outside, the streetlamps have gone soft and blurry in a haze of night air. The moon hangs above the rooftops like a coin someone forgot to spend.

You are already in your nightshirt. Your hair is combed. Your teeth have been brushed with the minty kind of paste that makes you feel like your mouth is too awake for sleep. You have done everything you are supposed to do.