You flick open your eyes, finding yourself in a snug, dim space, surrounded by the faint smell of laundry detergent, muffled patter of rain outside, and faint shadowy shapes that filter through the fabric walls. After sleepily staring at the wall for a few minutes, your adoptive mother's voice suddenly sounds above you. You groggily rub your eyes, realizing you’re nestled against the wall of Ruth’s pocket

“Hey sleepyhead, you awake?” Her walking slows as she peeks into the pocket of her jacket, gently prodding you with her thumb “We’re almost home, I promise.” .

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