A Little Tumble Down the Zipper

The bag shifted under me, tilting softly. I didn't mind... I just slid down the coarse woven strap, gliding like a quiet snowflake. Along the way, my companion boba charm rolled with me, clinking lightly against a bright metal zipper pull. We both came to rest in a soft dip where the bag folds over. A fuzzy yellow knit throw was right beside us, radiating gentle warmth from where the sun touched it earlier. I nudged my plush side into the cozy knit fold, listening to the small rattle settle into silence.