He thought for a second that yet another dragon was staring up at him out of the pool.
But in an instant he realized the truth.
The dragon face in the pool was his own reflection.
There was no doubt of it.
It moved as he moved:
it opened and shut its mouth as he opened and shut his.
He had turned into a dragon while he was asleep.
Sleeping on a dragon's hoard with greedy,
dragonish thoughts in his heart,
he had become a dragon himself.
Voyage of the Dawn Treader,
by C.S. Lewis
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