A Strange new place.

Passing a small coin back and forth between her hands, Angie ran her fingertips across the uneven surface as she walked swiftly down the sidewalk.

A slight breeze in the air, it was nighttime but the lights of the city illuminated the path forward, ‘just one more block, then another and another..’ she thought.

All she wanted to do was get home, climb in bed and forget the rest of the world outside of her apartment door.

The ground started to shift under her feet, car alarms began to ring, the windows of the shops started to shatter one after another, a street lamp collapsed, falling only a few feet away.

The pavement started to crack, pull apart and fall into a dark pit below, it was becoming more and more difficult to stand until finally Angie collapsed on the ground, landing on one side while covering her head with her free arm.

Silence.

She uncovered her face to find herself on her living room floor.

She hurried to her feet to the window nearby but what she expected to find was no longer there, no city at all. On the other side of her window was a small orange hill with an oddly shaped tree at the very top.

“I must’ve been hit, very hard on the head.” She said, as she backed from the strange sight.

She turned to her bed, a safe familiar place, pulled the blanket over herself and hoped when she awakened, everything would be normal again.