Sylvia continued to walk through the forest, occasionally stopping to admire a flower on the path or watch a small animal scurry about.  Day shifting to night seemed to have no effect on her, though her breathing, both in the dream and the waking world, was becoming more labored as the vines continued to caress her.  By the time she reached the clearing, she was nearly panting, her nipples erect and hard, and her sex nearly dripping with wetness.<br/><br/>The nymph seemed to take her by surprise, as she hesitated before coming closer.  "Who... who are you?" she asked as she approached, caution warring with desire in her mind.