Mary was floored from the moment the doors opened. If someone had told her that she was really standing on the lawn of her house, she would have believed them. "Oh my God," she breathed and rushed into the room.
There was grass under her feet and a breeze in the air. It pushed her hair back as she ran towards the house, afraid that it might disappear on her. Mary stopped to take in the sight of it, all of the feelings of longing coming back to her. All at once, she burst into tears.