Why I want to be small enough to fit into people's pockets

It all (re) started when I posted a comment on a friend’s blog. I realised then that I’ve actually wanted to be small enough to fit into people’s pockets ever since, well every since I was small- but not in the physical sense that I’m referring to now.
How nice would it be to travel around for free?...unless people start charging for pocket transportation (which, in today’s world, isn’t such a far fetched concept). I’d be able to see and watch the world from an entirely different (mini) perspective! All that already seems big to me now as normal-sized lulie, would appear to be ENORMOUS...(the Pyramids, the Taj Mahal...and let’s not even begin to imagine what the Great Wall of China would look like)
Yes, I know, I could simply wish to be an ant , or any other type of tiny creature that already exists in nature, but I think I would like to have my human soul and language skills.
It really would be fun to jump from one person’s pocket to the next...instead of a Polly Pocket* I’d be a lulie pocket (and not many people would know of me)...definitely a lot of fun...
I could even –maybe- wrap myself around people’s fingers like a koala bear wraps itself around bamboo trees...I’d be a mini-lulie-bear!
I would dive into a glass of fizzy water and simply float around in it, staring at the world from inside a real (and not just metaphorical type of) bubble. I could even become a bubble myself and then I’d be a bubblelulie. I’d go in search of the (literally) man of my dreams and hide in his hair (because the man of my dreams should have thick, wavy, lovely smelling hair (but none on his chest...thank you very much!) I’d weave in and out of every hair strand but he wouldn’t know...he’d think I was just another strand, a luliestrand. Then I would hop out of his hair and fall right in to his pocket where I’d be carried around all day with his loose change and pocket watch. Eventually, he would make his way to a HUGE library (because, unlike many others, he reads) that, from his pocket, I would jump into. There, I would spend the entire day making my way from one desk to the next, slaloming through book pages, amazed at the GIGANTIC paragraphs, sentences, words and letters, marvelling at the fact that what used to be simple full stops are now black holes ( i may even try to jump into one)** Once the library closes and all the lights have been switched off, I’d spend the night scurrying and scuttling around like a chubby mouse from book to book...a luliemouse/booklulie/lulieworm. I’d transform myself into a tiny lulie parkourist skilfully jumping and leaping between shelves!!!
After exerting all that effort (it’s probably pretty exhausting being that small) I’d snuggle in a glove that the man of my dreams (yes him again) left behind and I’d fall asleep amongst the books. The next morning, upon waking up, I would eat tiny crumbs, firmly believing them to be the world’s BIGGEST biscuits as I patiently wait for the man of my dreams to pass by to collect his lost glove...and me!
When he finally arrives I’d happily totter towards him only to realise that he can’t see me because I’m so small...small enough to fit into people’s pockets....






*tiny plastic doll that fits into pockets
** "the day i jumped into a full- stop." i think i want to write a book for kids with that title