Book2:KigdomIteDreams
turbherdreams.Carsspedby,noisypedestrianspassedunderherwindow,butamidthesechaotidsofabusydowntownarea,shesleptlikeababy. 1 Dimitricametothelobby,whichthe1989earthquakehadbadlydamaged.Afteryearsofrestoration,ithadbeenpletelyrenovatedahturystylefurnitureanddecor,withitsgradrefi,addedanairofgraothepce.DimitritookhisseatbeforetheFrendows.Thoughhecouldnotsee,hepicturedtohimselfthemagnifit,multi-coloredcloudsthatmustbectheskies.Hethought,“Normallyatthistime,Iwouldbewalkingleisurelyaroundtheke.Nowmyphysicalbodyinincarceratedinthistinystudio,butmysealheartotbeimprisohepastyearsofwanderingwillwaystugatmymemory.”Thesoundofeidpurposefulfootstepswalkingtowardshiminterruptedhisdaydreams.Awarmha