Grayson tapped the glowing blue screen with both hands. His fingers went right through — and then he fell.
He tumbled into a blocky forest. Every tree was made of cubes. Leaves tickled his nose. They smelled like green apples.
A pixelated wolf howled in the dark. Grayson ran until his sneakers hit dirt blocks.
He stomped his foot. The ground thudded. He didn't know what to do. His chin wobbled.
Grayson punched a tree. Blocks fell into his hands. He stacked the wood, then smashed them together — a stick appeared!
He smashed the wood together and a pickaxe appeared in his hand. His eyes went wide.
Grayson dug a hole and covered it with wood planks. He sat inside his little box as a zombie banged on the surface.
He held his breath. Tap. Tap. Tap. The tapping went on until morning.
Grayson built a stone door on the side of a mountain. The blocky world flickered around him.
His bedroom ceiling appeared right above him. Grayson landed on his rug with a thump and hugged his pillow tight.