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Georgie knew it was true—that just beyond him in the valley lay the lights of the City of Sleep, where he would have been sheltered, and that this Policeman Thing had full power and authority to head him back to miserable wakefulness. GEORGIE KNEW IT WAS TRUE THAT JUST BEYOND HIM IN THE VALLEY LAY THE LIGHTS OF THE CITY ASLEEP WHERE HE WOULD HAVE BEEN SHELTERED AND THAT THIS POLICEMAN THING HAD FULL POWER AND AUTHORITY TO HEAD HIM BACK TO MISERABLE WAKEFULNESS
e black, changeful sea; then the turn inland and uphill to the single light. When he was unrestful for any reason, he would tell himself how he was sure to get there—sure to get there—if he shut his eyes and surrendered to the drift of things. But one night after a foolishly hard hour’s polo (the thermometer was 94° in his quarters at ten o’clock), sleep stood away from him altogether, though he did his best to find the well-known road, the point where true sleep began. At last he saw the brushwood-pile, and hurried along to the ridge, for behind him he felt was the wide-awake, sultry world. He reached the lamp in safety, tingling with drowsiness, when a policeman—a common country policeman—sprang up before him and touched him on the shoulder ere he could dive into the dim valley below. He was filled with terror,—the hopeless terror of dreams,—for the policeman said, in the awful, distinct voice of dream-people, “I am Policeman Day coming back from the City of Sleep. You come with me.” OST OVERHANGING THE BLACK CHANGEFUL SEA THEN THE TURN IN LAND AND UPHILL TO THE SINGLE LIGHT WHEN HE WAS UNRESTFUL FOR ANY REASON HE WOULD TELL HIMSELF HOW HE WAS SURE TO GET THERE SURE TO GET THERE IF HE SHUT HIS EYES AND SURRENDERED TO THE DRIFT OF THINGS BUT ONE NIGHT AFTER A FOOLISHLY HARD HOUR'S POLO THE THERMOMETER WAS NINETY FOUR IN HIS QUARTERS AT TEN O'CLOCK SLEEP STOOD AWAY FROM HIM ALTOGETHER THOUGH HE DID HIS BEST TO FIND THE WELL KNOWN ROAD THE POINT WHERE TRUE SLEEP BEGAN AT LAST HE SAW THE BRUSHWOOD PILE AND HURRIED ALONG TO THE RIDGE FOR BEHIND HIM HE FELT WAS THE WIDE AWAKE SULTRY WORLD HE REACHED THE LAMP IN SAFETY TINGLING WITH DROWSINESS WHEN A POLICEMAN A COMMON COUNTRY POLICEMAN SPRANG UP BEFORE HIM AND TOUCHED HIM ON THE SHOULDER ERE HE COULD DIVE INTO THE DIM VALLEY BELOW HE WAS FILLED WITH TERROR THE HOPELESS TERROR OF DREAMS FOR THE POLICEMAN SAID IN THE AWFUL DISTINCT VOICE OF DREAM PEOPLE I AM POLICEMAN DAY COMING BACK FROM THE CITY OF SLEEP YOU COME WITH ME
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