*wakes later.. stretches and yawns.. * Wow.. how long was I.. where the hell am I? Not my box.. hmm.. yet very cozy and warm. Damn.. the ground, again?
No.. not the ground.. and it's moving (quite nicely, I might add).. hmm.
As I start to saw a tiny hole.. in the fabric that surrounds.. I see a shining win ohh so very close. Ok, now I know.. yeah.. the memory starts to fill the gaps. Xandria's pocket. It's either sink or swim.. for the hunger has set in and I know, I just know she'll not forgive if I take a bite.. plus in my current state, she could simply squish me like a bug.. so..
*slips down through hole in the pocket.. vanishing into a grassy fields (green trees, to me)..*