CHAPTER NINETEEN
Appearing in the lobby of my dream palace, I come face to face with a gray-colored Pom, who’s looking up at me somberly.
“Guess whose dreams I’m about to walk in?” I say, figuring that will help lift his mood.
The tips of Pom’s ears go from gray to a light shade of orange. “Oprah?”
I look at those guileless eyes in confusion. “You mean that nice lady from Earth?”
He nods.
“Why the puck would I dreamwalk in her?”
The orange in the ears reddens. “It was my guess. No need to be mean.”
“Sorry.” I make Oprah appear next to us, then have her slowly morph into Valerian. “The right answer was Valerian.” I resist the urge to snidely add, “You know, the guy I was actually with when you were awake.”
Pom flies over. “In that case, what are we waiting for?”
Shaking my head, I
