Entering the PortHold, the first sound was a ZAP, which warned that we were in the InBetween. I FOCUSED, staying in my body and inside of my head. I guarded the sherrie from Ole Boneless who pursued her.
Next appeared the flashing beautiful colors mixed with intermingled soft and loud noises of zips and blasts of thunder. This spectacle made staying in my head impossible.The sherrie shook with fear. Gently, I held her close enough not to lose her.
I shouted, “THINK WHERE WE ARE GOING! STAY FIXED ON THAT PLACE.” The sherrie must concentrate on our destination. If too fearful of the lights and noise, we will turn into the wrong realm.
On my first trip, Dad held me. I glided in the lights and music. The streams tangle this way and that way like the roots of a tree or a spider’s web.
As we sifted through the mysterious endless tunnels of the spirals, I steadied. The harsh rusting air caused freezing and drowsiness. The sherrie quieted.
The next impossibility was the floating, although we traveled at high speed. I remembered I wanted to twist and turn somersaults. Dad held me tighter and tighter.
Through this chaos, I must lead with my feet, ready to land, which is not easy. I remembered Dad plunged from the InBetween with a jerk. Suddenly, I woke from a stimulating trance, shaken and scared.
Finally, I heard a ZAP. We smashed through a PortHold.
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