The jagged-toothed edge of the zipper that was always hard to unzip
The string that frayed out from the edge of the lining that my mom always went crazy over
The hard, elastic edge with the tiny stitches
The pocket the zipper sits under and gets caught in
The hollow fabric next to the cushioned inside
Man, have I had a weird night. I actually feel pretty great right now, but for some reason, everything seems different.I have been extremely out of shape for WEEKS, but I now feel light and energetic.
I stretch and open my eyes, and I see that I am NOT in my own bed, or even my own HOUSE! I cautiously look around, hoping I wasn’t kidnapped, but something seems familiar about where I am. I get up and look around some more, and I see that I am trapped in some sort of black mesh. Weird. I remember almost ALL of last night. Then, my nerves kick in. Panic surges through me, and I look down at my feet to see that I am standing on MY OWN hand sanitizer that I have always kept in MY OWN backpack. I am immediately jolted by the size of that bottle of hand sanitizer. It has to be three times the size of me!
I scan this crazy place and suddenly realize it is my backpack!