There was an ocean in her way.
What a triumph it would be to someday jump that turbulent expanse as she did nightly in dreams! She had done it last night.
She laid her head down and in the next instant had lept across, carried by a midnight wind, laughing at confounded Father Time while the stars showed her where to land. Her feet sank into the soft dark soil of Felix's country - and she gasped. In the space between one moment and the next, she had done it! She had played a trick on time and space, and now filled the same hour as Felix. She took one step forward - and then another -
- and fell out of bed, stunned. Dreams are such capricious associates of time.