Chapter Six(3)

Home. Home, so close——
And she fell headlong onto something solid. And fluffy, she noticed as her senses returned. Something warm, or many somethings, were tickling her face. 
She turned over, groaning from the impact of diving face first onto the ground, though it seemed to be softer than normal asphalt, and undoubtedly slowed her speed.
She wondered where she was; she had envisioned the park, and judging from the feel on her face——like many soft and narrow objects waving lazily across it——it must be the grass.