When (A Wrinkle In Time Fanfic)

The grass was rising and falling with the ease of rippling water, and the rotting oak fence started to sway. Overcome with a feeling of both panic and wonder, she stood up, walking towards the fence, keeping her balance despite the disturbance under her, pulled by an urge and sense of a hand pushing her steadily forward. She silently rested her hand on the fence, before being pulled into a strange vortex of silence and darkness. She felt nothing, not even the beating of her own heart, which was common in this sort of silence, of nothingness. It was suffocating and calming, fright with a sense of safety. She wasn't, and then she was. Falling through the soft web of reality. Silently screaming, her mouth open without sound falling out. And she landed. Not with pain, but with the feeling of silk softly coming down to land.