Kip had fallen through the wall. When he woke up, he knew that.

And yet, he was lying in a field.

The grass was knee high, almost translucent, tinted green. Shrubs erupted from odd points, sharing the transparency of the grass. The world looked like glass.

Kip reached a hand out, grabbed a piece of it. It felt like velvet.

The sky was a light purple, with blue clouds flitting back and forth.

And before he knew it, Kip was gently falling asleep, snuggling into the velvet grass, feeling the warmth of the purple sky bear down on his shoulders.

Something nagged at the back of his brain, but he let it go, let everything go, fell.