Pocket WatchI lay there on the counter of a cozy home. Quiet and warm, the room I currently resided in was small but peaceful. I stayed there for some time, waiting for someone to waltz in. Soon, my waiting pays off, as a gentleman it seems, sporting a button up suit, picks me up and clips me to the expensive fabric of his chest pocket. My chain hung leisurely out of his pocket in display. I failed to see much in his dark satin pocket, but as I peered up, I could see a rather large nose and a face to go with it. The face was aged and wrinkled into creases, but a warm smile covered it, hinting a bit of the elderly man's youth. As I lay there, I began to hear noises surrounding me. Loud whistles, and the rumbles of crowds and engines. I could barely hear myself tick, which was quite unsettling. I tried to relax my nerves and hoped to be rid of this place soon. The gentleman stops near a rather loud engine, and picks me up by my chain, pressing the small button near my chain to reveal my face.