Book1:TeDream-Maker

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    "Ifyouwon’tgo，I’llbeleaving,”saidDimitriandmadeasiftogo．

    "Ididn’tsayIwon’t"saidMegginnhastily．Theedseductivelyandsaid，"Butmylegsaretirednow,soyou’llhavetocarryme.”Dimitriswungherupandcarriedhertothebeige-coloredCadilclikeanewly-wedcouplecrossihresholdandthendroveoffintothedeepofthenight．ThatwashowMegginheKingdomofDreams,tookoverIleen’sdutiesandbecameanimportantmemberofDimitri’sKingdom．

    Thewarmautumnsunshoheearth．Tendergreengrassgraduallyturnedbrownandfallenleavesandflowerscoveredtheground．Formerlylusciousfoliageweregone，leavingonlybaldbranow．Dimitrihadresumedhisoldhabits．Wearinghisraggedgarments，hewaslyingzilyontheparkbench,halfasleep,halfawake,hazilysciousofhissurroundings．Intheskies,thegesofnightanddaysucceededeachotherandlifewentonwakeandsleep,wakeandsleep,inthesamerepetitiouscycle．Thedailyroutinedeepenedhisimpressionswhichwereasnaturaltohimashisownsteadybreathing．Moreandmore，hefeltlikeafish，nowswimminguptothesurfaceofthewater，nowsinkingdowntothedepthofthesea．Thisyear，timereallyseemedtoflyanditwasautumnagain．Butthespeedoftimecouldactuallybetrolledbyoions．Dimitriletnaturegoonitsownstableschedule，frtosummer，fromautumntowinter，whilehehimselflivedinhisownever-ging，creativeimpressions，acctohisowne．Nowsunlightwaswarminghisbody．Howdifferentwasitfromthewarmth?Dimitriopenedhisdrowsyeyesandlookedaround．Suddenly,hefounditringagain．Thegrasswasgreen,theflowerswerebloomingonthebranchesamidgreenluxuriantleavesandbutterflieswere