"Mika, it's dark, I'm scared," I pant as we turn onto another street, the headlights of the car flashing bright far ahead of us. I wonder how Mika knew that the car turned this way, but I don't ask him about it. "Don't worry," Mika says quickly, taking my hand again as we run farther and farther away from the house, the people, the jungle gym.
"I think it's lighter up here," he motions towards where the car is headed. "How do you know?"
"I don't. That's why I said 'I think.'"
He's writing her dreams. She's dreaming his story. They're creating a tale that could either bring them together or ruin them both. And as he sees her hand bringing the book up to her face, will he realize it's her behind the sunglasses?
Daniella is a successful publisher in her mid-twenties. She has everything she's ever wanted: the perfect job, a beautiful house, daily doses of coffee. Mika is a man in his mid-twenties who wants nothing more than to be a boy again. He remembers the days when he could dream of being a musician and be smiled upon, praised, rather than laughed at and blushed upon. He never dreamed of being an author, and she never wrote about her dreams, but now as his dreams lead him to hers, and a mysterious woman in black gloves, a fur coat, a red hat, and big sunglasses watches over them, they are both thrown into the greatest game of Peek-A-Boo to ever occur. And they have to make sure they don't get lost behind those gloved hands...
Currently on part:
11
© 2011
© 2011
