Pocket's Portable Joy

Pocket earned her name through preference, not coincidence. A small, fawn-colored mouse, she discovered the warmth and security of a hoodie pocket on her first day home and claimed it as her own. She would willingly climb into a proffered pocket, make a few turns, and settle into a soft ball for hours. She traveled the house this way, a warm, sleeping weight against my chest. She was calm, trusting, and portable. Her life was a series of cozy naps in a moving, breathing nest, punctuated by periods of exploration on a desk or bed. The hoodie feels too light now, its purpose as a mobile mouse nest forgotten.