Before I could do anything rash, a familiar voice behind me said, "Hello, Sadie. " The other girls let out a collective gasp. My pulse quickened from "slow walk" to "fifty-meter-dash. " I turned and found that-yes, indeed-the god Anubis had crashed our dance.
The realities of the world affected me as visions, and as visions only, while the wild ideas of the land of dreams became, in turn,—not the material of my every-day existence--but in very deed that existence utterly and solely in itself.