Book2:KigdomIteDreams (第22/246页)

inagsscage.Ifshewerepsuchasituation,shewouldgomadwithinthreedays.Luckily,Dimitriwassihnowifetoplicatematters;otherwise,theirintimatemomentswouldbeealivepornmovie!Marywasrelievedshewasonlyinvolvedasaralbystander.Everyoneneededprivacy.Thinkofhowatrociousitwouldbetobeaspectaexhibitionevenduringmasturbation!Feelingunfortableandtaioevenbeectedwithsuchascheme,sheranacrossFranklintowardsBroadway,wentdowairsleadingtotheBARTstationandrushedheadlongteintotheafter-workpasseryingtoloseherselfinthecrowd.SoontheSanFranciscoBARTtrainarrived.Sheboardeditandwasswiftlycarriedtowardstheuertunnel.Marywasrelievedtoleaveallhertroubleswiththeday,fhtswereherown,tranquindprivateinherownlittleroom.

    Dimitrisatinthehallbythewiherresidentsweregoingbacktotheirapartments.Heroseahiswaytothelongcorridor,headingforhisownunit.Takingouthiskeys,heopehedoor.Assooeppedintohisapartment,hekhathewasbackagainsurroundedbyeleicsurveilnce.Hehadastrange,sharpintuitionthattoldhimwhatening,butbeingblindheowerlesstoresist.Hisdisabilityseverelycurtailedhissphereofactivityandhismovementswerefiohissmallstudio.Hehadtriedtoresistbuttonoavail.Closingthedoor,thepusmellofsmokeandburntfoodcametohisnostrils,remindinghimofthebreadhehadleftbakingintheoven.Hefumbledhiswaytowardsthekit,turnedofftheelectri,opesdiookoutthebckbread,whichresembledaburntlogofafire-wreckedhouse.Butfortunately,onlytheoutercrustwasburnt.Underh,thebreadwasstilledible.Dimitritookoutaknifeaoscrapeit,sciousthathiseverymovementwasbeingscrutinized.Hefeltlikeanactoroagehammingitout.Ashescraped,thebckcrumbsflewalloverthetertop,creatingabigmess,likethemassoftilesandbricksleftafterabombing.

    “Whydopeopleinsistolingthingsbyviolence?”hemused.“Actually,everyonehasatimebombwithinhim,notknowiwouldexplode.IncreasedworryandtensioncouldtriggertheexplosionandIwouldlosealltrolofmysensesandbead.”Hescrappedawayallthebckcrumbsandwasheddowntheburntbreadwithcoldwater.Hedidnotturnonthelights,astheblindhadnoneedofartificiallighting,butthestreetlightsshroughthewindows,sheddingitsdimraysintotheroom.Hepacedroundandroundtheroom,withworryandaylikebzingfmesinghissoul.Hisheartsankdowhephientlyletloosefromtheuniversalgravitation,sinkingdown,down,downfromtheuniverseintoadeep,unfathomableabyss.Suddenly,hiseyesbegantohurtterribly.Itwasasifthesharp,jaggededgesofagssfromasmoothmirrorthathadbeensuddenlysmashedtopieces,werestabbingviciously,mercilesslyathiseyes,hurtinghim.

    “I,DimitriJaonlyapoorsuffereronthisearth,”hecried.“Whydoyou,myfleshbody,persistintmeso?Iamonlyahumblesufferer.Don’tforceme!Don’ttortureme!Whatyoutortureisonlymyfleshbody.WhenIfalsleep,IwillentermyKingdomofDreams,whereyouarepowerlesstofollow.Themosthigh-techsurveilnonlyscrutihemovementsofmyfleshbody.youinfiltratemythoughts?youfollowmeintomyKingdomofDreams?Impossible!Soperhapsnowisthetimeformetoreturn.”Sayingso,heydownonhisbed.Heseemedtohaveshedsometears,butthenthatmayhavebeencausedbythepaininhiseyes.Outsidethewindows,theclop,clopofhorsehoofscouldbeheard.Itwasthemountedpolicegoingby.“Yes