watermirrors:

I’m half asleep, sliding deeper. Find myself in old Egypt, walking deep into a temple, to an audience with Bast, the Cat-Goddess.

But just as I enter her throne room, I jerk awake—and know in my bones that it wasn’t reluctance, wasn’t fear, wasn’t some night-time noise waking me. Bast was ready…

(Source: worlddreambank.org)