Pocket Watch

I 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. I can all but smile to see my surroundings. Learning that the loud engine was actually a machine, with smoke billowing out of its top, and a light at its front, resembling a Cyclops.  
But, as soon as I could see, I was blinded one more as he shut my lid with a soft click, shrouding my in darkness. I was placed back into his silk pocket, jostled around as he walked quickly and surely towards somewhere unknown to myself. And with a halt, he stood stalk still. Anticipation killing me as I felt the need to know what was happening. Then I hear the creak of a sliding door opening, and footsteps close and coming our way through the crowds of people. Vertigo rushed over me as the man knelt down, giving me a rushing, almost falling, feeling. I was smothered against him as the person, who I presumed to be the one to have opening the sliding door, embraced him in a tight hug. My carrier stood up and began to talk, not a word I could understand, for he was sobbing and his words turned to mutters of eligible mush. He then paused, and unclipped me, picking me up in his worn, aged hands, warmth enveloping me. He held me in his palm as a rushing sensation returned and he lowered his hand, and placed me into the other person's, folding their fingers around me tightly. The person opened me up to see my face, and what I saw, was a smaller man, with no wrinkles to be seen. Adorned in simple faded brown and gray clothes, dirt slightly covering his face. He was full of life as he grinned at me. He then shut my lid, and placed me in his pants pocket. A worn cotton blend, much different than the expensive cloth of my previous holder. It's always so dark, not really fair how they get to see the world around us, yet I'm confined to dust bunnies and lint. I began to wonder about this one. He had a hop to his step, jostling me even more than the gentleman I had left.