Astro の不思議な夢

The title is A Sea of S’mores
The type is Scary Dream
The audience is Kids
The Length is Medium (5-7 min)
The full text is this: On a dark and stormy night, Astro found themself stranded on a lonely stretch of beach. The last thing they remembered, they’d been paddle boarding in the bay and paddled too close to a flippant whale. Now, they were here, the day is night, and the once glassy sea is now roiling in a terrible storm. The beach shook as thunder rumbled and waves pummeled the shore and the nearby cliffs. Cold, soggy, and feeling very alone, Astro managed to light the smallest, smokiest campfire with some damp driftwood. They hunched over their meager fire to protect it from the howling wind and sheets of rain. They couldn’t afford to lose this flame because they were so hungry and they had used their very last match.
Even through the raging storm, the only things on Astro’s mind were the graham crackers, chocolate bars, and marshmallows wrapped up tightly in their backpack. They hoped they weren’t wet. In the flickering lightning, they could make out the rising tide and hoped they could make at least one s’more before the waves took their fire away. They don’t like cold marshmallows.
All of a sudden, a gust of wind blew up a spray of saltwater that doused their fire in a blink. Noooooooooo! Astro cried at the stormy sky. When they looked back to the steaming mess of watery logs that had been their fire, they were horrified to see a sneaker wave pulling their backpack out to sea. My s’mores! My s’mores! they yelled helplessly, but their voice was whipped away by the wind. Now they were hungrier, even more exhausted, and feeling very defeated.
In their dream, Astro bobbed up and down in the dark, treacherous waves. Every so often they and their backpack bobbed at the same cadence and they could see it rise and fall in the distance. Then, something hard bounced into them and floated off - was that a chocolate raft?! Yes! They frantically swam to it and scrambled on board and began futilely paddling with their hands in the direction of the backpack. They floated on the huge chocolate bar for what seemed ages before lightning lit up something big and white bobbing in the distance. They guided the raft toward the object. A boat? No. A buoy? No! It was a giant marshmallow! Astro grabbed it and pulled it onto the chocolate raft and together they floated and bobbed on and on through the stormy night.
Morning came, and Astro was again on a beach. The storm was over and the hot sun had softened the chocolate bar raft. The giant marshmallow had turned a golden tan and melted all over them. It smelled delicious. They brushed sand off of their face and realized the sand wasn’t even sand - it was graham cracker crumbs! Yum! Suddenly, they remembered what their friends had been telling them. If you keep talking about s’mores you’re going to turn into a s’more! You’re going to turn into a s’more! …turn into a s’more…a s’more …s’more s’mores! Their words danced and swirled around them. They stood up and shuffled to the waters edge and looked at their reflection in the surf. I am a s’more!