The nearest one will do. It's red, and the zip to one of the pockets is half open. It's no trouble at all to get inside, and snuggle up safely in this bizarre soft surface.
You have plenty of time to mull over your situation. Being an inch tall isn't going to be much fun, you imagine, and you have no idea what could have caused you to shrink so small either.
Aliens? Magic? Something in your genes?
The possibilities are endless, and you ponder many of them, each worse than the last.
Eventually, you fall a little to one side as the bag is lugged into the air. This is it. Your ticket outta here. You hope that it's someone that likes you that owns the bag. In fact, why wait to find out?
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