CHAPTER EIGHT
The vibration of the alarm wakes me.
I feel groggy, like I could sleep for many more hours. Oh, well. Maybe I’ll sleep after I help Valerian with the Erato business.
Climbing out of my pod, I notice Bernie and Rattie are still slumbering in theirs. I approach Rattie and check his eyelids. Yep. He’s dreaming right now. That means I could establish a dream link with him if I wanted to.
It doesn’t take me long to decide. I do want to. I could then inspire him when it comes to levels of my game, for starters.
Stealthily lifting the lid, I touch Rattie’s forehead.
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I appear in my dream palace and come face to face with Pom.
“Bailey,” he exclaims, turning a deep purple. “I’ve missed your face.”
I fluff his fur. “Can’t you just make yourself a dream version of my face
