Book1:TeDream-Maker (第77/166页)

roblem,whichisomostpeoplefaceatsometimeintheirlives．Ifyouletgo,youknowverywellthatthedisastrousresultwouldbeviotionofyourbeautifulbody．Yourproblemnowishowtoskillfullymahatwildhorse，tightentherein，trondtameit.”Dimitristoppedtalkingandsilenceagainreigheroom,brokenonlybythepitter-patterofthefallingrain．Romiseemedtobecaughtupinthewhirlpoolofherownthoughts．

    Dimitrihadedalldayandwasfeelingtiredandsleepy．Thepricklypaininhiseyeswasworseningandtearsrolledunbiddendownhischeeks．Hequicklywipedthemaway,butthatslightgesturedidnotescapethesensitiveeyesofhishostess．

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    "What’sthematterDimitri?Areyoureyeshurtingagain?"

    "I’mafraidso．IthinkI’dbettergohomea,”

    "It’sstillrainingoutside．Whydon’tyoustayhereforthenight?Theguestroomisready.”

    "Thankyousomui.”Sheledthewayandafterseeinghimgetintobed,shebusiedherselfstraighteningthesheetsandbomakesurethathewasfortable．Dimitricouldnottrolhimself．Hishandsstrayedupandstrokedthesoft，esticbreasts，halfexposedbehebathrobe．Romididnotrepulsehim.Sheonlysaidmildly，

    "Don’tfetI’mstillsomebody’swife．Bettertightenyourreins,jockey!"alytuckedhishanduhesheet．Shethensoftlykissedhimonhischeekandsaid，"Sweetdreams.”Atthedoorsheturnedandsaid，"Bytheway，ifyouhearanythingtonight,justdon’tpayanyattentiontoitandgobacktosleep.”

    Romigheclothelivingroom．Itwasonly10:30p.m.Sheemptiedtheashtraysanddustedthecoffeetable．At10:32p.m.shepacedupanddowntheroomrestlesslybutquietly．ItwasstillearlyandtherewasnoknowiherAllenwouldbeinghome．Somehow,sheloathedtheideaofseeinghimtonight．Usuallyifhewasn’thomeby12:30，hewouldn’tbeingatall,butshewouldn’tknowforawoingtotheundryroom，shetooktheclothesoutofthedryerandbeganfoldingthemlyandstagthemindifferentpiles.Meanwhile,theeventsofherpastlifefshedthroughhermind．Nowdcollected,shewasabletosortthemoutmethodicallyintodifferentcategories．AsshefoldedDimitri’sclothes,sheponderedonwhatastrangemanhewas．Thewayheanalyzedwhattheghostrepreseoherandhismetaphoraboutthereinandthehorserofoundphilosophyoflifeandhaddeeppsychologicalmeaning，notatallthenormalversationwithanuneducatedhiredhand．Hepinpointedherproblematonddiaglogicallyandsoundly．Hewasastrangemanindeed！10∶45．Stillearly．Shesoftlyturheknobaintotheguestroom，yingDimitri’sclothesonthechairbythedoor．Outside,itwaswindyandraining，butinthecozylittleroomfilledwithsoftrhythmi,allseemedtobeinperfectharmony．Leaningagainstthedoor，shelookedsilentlyatthesleepingform．Sleepwasihehappiestoftimewhenoneknowsnoturmoilortrouble．Lifeisonlythepassiverepetitiosleadingtothestsleepaernalpeatheskiesthegesofnightanddaysucceededeachotherandlifegoeson-wakeandsleep，wakeandsleepinthesamerepetitiouscycle．DimitrikeptmentioningKingdomofDreams,whichseemedtobeasecludedparadisewhiiwouldgiveeverythingtobeabletovisit．PerhapstheunionofherbodywithhismaybetheonlyroutetohisKingdom．Lyiweenthefreshlyunderedsheetswhichgaveforthacrispyfragrahabeautifulyoungwomanbyhissidetendingtohiswants,Dimitrifeltasifhewasfloatingoncloudsandsoonfellfastasleep．

    Intheblurryobscurityofsubscioushemraduallyfr