Each step Sara took shook the pocket Jordan was in. He was tossed from side to side as he struggled to maintain a grip on the material to hold him in place. Jordan looked upward from his place at the pit of Sara’s pocket and found his vision of her or even the top of the pocket to be completely obscured.
As Sara paused briefly to open her bedroom door Jordan found himself able to take advantage of the momentary respite to grasp the fabric of the pocket on either side of him. Jordan shouted for Sara one last time but he was sure the material of her pocket was muffling his voice.
“Sara!” Jordan tried in vain but as she fully pulled the door open Sara was already on the move once again. Jordan struggled even with holding onto the fabric on each side of the pocket to stand upright as the pocket of her Pajamas is quite large. It was by far the largest pocket Jordan had been in. He never thought about pocket structure but if he was in a pocket in her jeans or some similarly styled pocket he would have a much easier time as the smaller diameter and the more rigid material would be able to hold his weight a bit easier.
Instead, the flowy fabric pocket of Sara’s pajamas left Jordan haphazardly trapped. Shards of light would briefly shine into the pocket when the fabric folds would fall just right. The heavy footfalls of Sara walking down the hallway echoed in his ears.
Jordan hated being inside her pockets. He didn’t like feeling like he was some kind of trinket or bauble that could be thrown nonchalantly into a pocket or handbag. He liked being able to see where they were going even if he had no control.
Jordan tightly grabbed hold of the fabric and started to pull himself up. If he was going to have to be in this pocket he at least wanted to look out of it. Ever so carefully Jordan would move his left hand up slightly followed by his right hand while using his legs for support as best as he could as he continued to make his way up the pocket.
Jordan felt relief when he started to see Sara. Although everything that went by was a blur of colors. Sara would come into his view and out of it. He somehow felt better at least being able to see her.
“I’M COMING, MOM!” Sara shouted causing Jordan to wince. He had to fight every instinct that he had to not cover his ears from the mighty voice of Sara. It was a bit disorienting to see her quick flashes from inside her pocket. Jordan continued to climb upward not able to do anything else at the moment. He was going to have to make it clear to Sara that he wanted to ride on her hand or her shoulder. However, he was not to be tossed into pockets, purses, or backpacks like some kind of tube of chapstick.
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