Book3:WereMyDreamIs
othturnedandranoutofthecave,rusheddoweps,jumpedintotheirlittleoe,dashedthroughthewaterfalndrowedfortheoppositeshoreasfastastheycould.Behindthemcamethesoundofahugecrash,butuime,itwasnotfollowedbyanyndslidesortsunamisothetwoofthemwereabletoreachtheoppositeshoresafely. Itwasthecrackofdawn;thesun’srayshadjustbeguntopeepouti.ItsgoldenraysgraduallyspreadovertheearthandnaturallyshoneonCharina’slittlebackyard.AsCharinaandDimitrisatbeforetheFrenchdoorsofthelivingroom,hereyeskeptroamingtowardstheblueballoonsoftlyfppinginthebreeze,hopingfornewsfromtheKingdomofDreams.Dimitrilookedverysolemn,hishandsanxiouslyclutgthearmsofthesofa,uoanythingbutsittherewaitingfornews.HehadheardfromRichardjustasdaybrok