The garage door roared to life rumbling upward as Sara casually walked towards it. A cold fall breeze swept over them as the garage door opened completely. Jordan shivered in the cool fall air as continued to walk towards the driveway.
“If you didn’t have that fence I would have been able to cut through the backyard,” Sara said out loud for Jordan’s sake. As she looked down at him she could see him shivering a bit. “Aww is my whitto man cold?” Sara said in an infantile voice.
“Would you stop that? I am not a child.” Jordan huffed. “But I am a little cold,” Jordan said a bit quieter feeling a bit embarrassed over having to admit that he was cold.
“Quit what? But if you’re cold you can just ride my cardigan pocket.” Sara said not waiting for a reply as she shifted Jordan across her body. Jordan watched her massive purse beat against the side of her body be effortlessly brushed away. Emphasizing the difference in their power.
“Wait, wait” Jordan cried but Sara had already let go as he tumbled through the air. He helplessly watched her sweater fly by at rapid speed as he descended downward. The mouth of her pocket loomed larger and larger until it engulfed him as if it were an entity unto itself. The soft fabric of Sara’s sweater wrapped around him as he slid down into the bottom of her pocket. As he peered up he could see slight flittering through several feet up. The fingers of her hand now appeared well out of his reach as he struggled in vain to climb up and the pocket wall.
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