So she set the dial to . Pressed the button.
She kept the gray device on her shelf—a paperweight, a promise. And every morning, she watered the small pot of mint she had planted by the window. Instant Sueño Green , she thought, was never the destination. It was just the reminder.
The casting director called two days later. “Cindy, you’re different. More grounded. We want you for the campaign.”
“Took you long enough,” Dream-Cindy said, turning to face her.