Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第16/327页)

teredallround.CharihesidedoorandledDimitrioutontothestreet.TherewasasmallpetentrancecoveredtothesidedoortoallowMaureenfreeaccess.ThelittledogkwastimetosaygoodbyetohisnewfriendsohejumpedintoDimitri’sarms.Dimitrikissedhimandsaid,

    “Mypreciouslittlefriend,we’llseeeachainsoon.Takegoodcareofyoumistress.Uand?”Maureenbarkedtoshowheuood.

    “HowIfindyou,Dimitri”askedCharina.

    “NowthatIamblind,mymovementsaresadlycurtailedandIotwaoofarsoIamalwayssomewherearoundthisneighborhood.WhenyouwantmeyouletMaureenoutandwithhissharpnose,hewillfindme.”Dimitriwavedhishandandtookleaveofhistwofriends.

    Relyingonhiswhitee,Dimitrimadehiswayalohedarkstreet.Thenightbreezeblowilyagainsthischeeksclearedhisheadandtheeffectsofthealcoholhehadtakenrgelyreceded.Hewalkedoly.Fromforceofhabithisfeetbroughthimtotheareaoftheseniorcitizenapartmentheusedtolivein.Hehadn’tbeenbaorethanhalfayear,ahoughtthatlittlestudioapartmentwhichhadkepthimsafefromtheelementsmusthavebeeosomeoneelse.Theycouldnothavekeptitemptyforhimallthistime.“WhereIsleeptonight?”hewondered.Hetrudgedonaimlesslyaroundandfoundhimselfhealleywhereheusedtohaveadipidatedshadrememberedtherewasadesertedwarehouseoit.“HoweIhavewanderedbayoldhangoutstonight?”hewondered.“IfIhadstayedonatCharina’spight,thatwouldhavebee.Iwouldbelyingfortablyonasoftmattressnowandntofindsomewheretosleepoonehardgroundawayfromthewind.Hm....Inmypresentsituation,pennilessandblind,withoutthehelpofmygoodfriendswhomIhavelosttactwith,howlongIst?No,Imustpersistinmynomadlifeandotgiveupmywayoflifejustforthesakeofawarmandfortablebed.Fateislikeakaleidoscope.Whoknoillhappe?”tratingonhisthoughts,hedidnotnoticewherehewasgoirippedaonhisfacetotheground.“Ohgosh”hethought.“Thisisterribleandwillhurtmebad.Itmayevencauseacussion.”Butstraosayhenotonlysufferednopainbutfeltasifhehadndedohingsoft,likeamattresswithspringsinit.Hestretchedouthishandsstrokingthesurfaceofthismiraculousthingwhichhadcaughthisfalndfounditwasindeedanolddiscardedmattress.“Whowasthisthathavenardforpublicwelfareandthrowawaysuchargeobjectcarelesslyblogthesidewalk?”herailed.Butthehought,“Hey,butthat’sgoodforme!Hejustgavemeapcetosleep.Todayisafortunatedayindeed;whateverIwantandneedestomeeffortlessly.WhenIneedapcetosleepsomeonepreparesamattressforme!”Hemadehimselffortableontheoldmattressandwassoonsnaway.

    WhileDimitriwasstillinastateofbeinghalfasleepandhalfawakeinthemediumbetweeyandfantasy,hefoundhimselffloatinglikeafeatherupintheairashighasthedesertedwarehouse.Heawokewithastartthinkinghissoulhadlefthisbody,andatthatmomehisbodyfallingdownwards.Whenitwasalmosttougthegrouookadeepbreathahislungsbefilledwithair.Thehefppedhishandsaroundandatthesametimekickedhislegsasifhewereswimmingfrogstyle.Hestayedhisdestandmaoholdstilndfloat.Hewasnotswimmingierbutintheairandafterafewtrialscouldco-ordinatehishandsaandhisbreathingsowellthathecouldfloatforwardorbackwards,upordownandturnaroundatwill.

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    Suddenlyhefoundtohisincrediblejoythathecouldseeagaihoughtthatperhapsitwasjusthisimaginationaivityatwork