THE TORN POCKET
the ripped velcro on the pocket
the beat up coin
the ridges on the cointhe soft wool netting for the pocket with a slash with it
My eyes burst open i awake in a dark soft chamber. It takes a minute but my eyes grow used to the midnight darkness. I see netting i attempt to tare at it my attempt fails i try again again and again finally i see a small tare and slip through. I scratch the soft walls it makes a noise as if i was scratching a record then i see a neon orange i walk to it and dolphin dive into it it's just like the netting from the chamber but softer like silk. It might be worn out i think but then i realist it the smell was like a salty dead fish i tried to get out but it didn't work i yelled HELP but no one answered. Then i looked at my hands they were smaller then i remembered but that wasn't a problem at this point the netting was worn enough to where i could tear it. After what felt like hours at this point i could see fine from being here so long as i climbed out of the netting. I fell onto the coldest surface ever it felt like -80º. I jumped away then came back with some netting that i torn wrapped around my hands i touched the edge of it it still felt like frost but it was better that before i felt the edge then managed to tip it to where it was upright. It was as big as me if anything bigger then i finally saw it gorge Washington's head. This was a quarter the tiny hands not a lot of strength it all made sense now i was an inch tall. At that point i just fell on my knees i closed my eyes and thought of being in a sand storm. I fell asleep then woke up inside my back pack as big as the real me!