Book3:WereMyDreamIs
illrathercoldbythesideoftheke.PerhapsCharina’sclothingwastoothin;sheshiveredinthecooirandfinishedherdrinkinaquaff.PattingMaureenlightlyontheheadshesaid,“Iamgoingtosleep.Whataboutyou?”Maureenbarkedasiftelliosleepinpeaditwouldstandguardduringthenight.Charinasmiled,pattedMaureenontheheadandstoodup.Dimitrihadnotreallybeenasleep.Heonlypreteosnore,whileiyhisearswereattuheversationofthebeauties.HeheardChariingintohersleepingbagahingaroundturnedquiet.Heopenedoneeye,wiMaureencheekilyandwavedtoit.ThelittledoguoodandcurleditselfintothecrookofDimitri’sarms.ItwasonlythenthatDimitrilethimselfslipintodreamnd. ThedreamndDimitriehistimewasquitedifferent.Hisformerdreamswereutterlyillusoryanduheirtents,un