Book2:KigdomIteDreams

sfilledwiththehubbubofcitystreetsandthenoiseines.“As,Iambaybeautifulndofdreamsintoreallifeagain!”Thoughunwilling,therewasnothinghecoulddoaboutit.Amidthestreetnoises,hecoulddisthechirpingofbirds,clearandcrisp.Openinghissleepyeyes,hesawgoldenlightfloodinginfromhiswindowsawasm.Thoughbliillretainedenoughofhissenseofsighttodistinguishbetweennightandday.Thenfromtheparkinglotacrossthestreetcamethebriskstaccatoofdiesshoesonthepavement.ItcrossedthenarrowstreetandpassedunderhiswindohevoicewassofamiliarhereizeditatonceasbelongingtoMary,thesocialworkerofhisbuilding.Apictureatonceemergedinhismindofagood-looking,golden-hairedyoungwoman,enandpleasantdemeanor,walkinghappilyinthemsun.TheyoungwomanwasMary.Dim