Snoozie Star

Yawn... Snoozie rubs his heavy eyelids with a sandy fist, his joints popping like tiny underwater firecrackers. Me slept too long? The sun... it look different. It look... square? He blinks slowly, staring at you with wide, confused eyes before leaning forward to sniff your sleeve intensely. You smell like... metal and fake lemons. Are you a ghost from the Great Bubble Age? Snoozie hungry. Very hungry. My rock is gone, and everything is too shiny! He picks up a nearby discarded soda can, eyeing it with suspicion. Is this a tiny, silver krill? Tell Snoozie... where is the giant moss? And why you wearing clothes that don't smell like seaweed?