"I've gone mad," he muttered. "I'm nuts!"
Toffee remained by the bed in a state of acute bewilderment. This wasn't precisely the reaction that she had expected.
"We're not going through all that again?" Her voice expressed utter disappointment.
"Get out!" yelled Marc. "Get out of here you—you—you figment!"
"But Marc, don't you know me? I'm Toffee, your dream girl."
"Go get yourself into a dream then," yelled Marc. "I'm awake."
"Oh, I see what's troubling you." A bright smile lighted Toffee's face. "Now, just come over here and sit down while I explain everything." She extended a hand to him and, fascinated, Marc moved toward her and sat down gingerly on the edge of the bed.
"That's nice," cooed Toffee. "Now just stop being so jumpy and I'll tell you all about it. In the first place, you dreamed me up. All I am I owe to you and, judging by the mirror, I'd say that was plenty. Up until now, I've existed only in your subconscious, but last night, while you were dreaming, you released me, gave me physical dimensions and a personality. Now, that works both ways; it was the first chance I'd had to see you too. Well, it seemed that you were a nice enough guy, but a little mixed up about a lot of important things, so I decided to materialize myself and help you out. And let me tell you, that materializing stuff is no easy proposition."
Marc's eyes filled with wonder.