Anxiety Upon Waking

Morning comes at last and I have been anxiously awaiting this moment because today marks the day when my Human One picks up their new mobile smartphone - a Nokia Lumia 710.

Why is this important, you ask?

Psychic, purple, and plush, I am also a backpack in disguise and one of the reasons I am able to follow my Human One around in their day-to-day life is because I am the official Guardian of the Phone and Wallet Essentials.

My Human One currently has in their possession a Hewlett Packard Pre 3 and before it, a Palm Pixi Plus and they have both been the perfect sizes for me to tuck away in my holdings.

The Lumia 710, on the other hand, is a new beast altogether. Flatter than the Pre 3 in thickness but longer in length, the Lumia is going to test the limits of my vertical
holding capacity.

If I can't fit the phone, then what?

Will my Human One find another way to hold and carry their phone?

Will they still bring me with them even if I can't fit the phone?

Knowing my Human One as I do, I think I can say that they would never hold my inability to hold something against me. At the same time, they are a rather practical sort of person and if there is a better solution available in regards to the holding and storing of their phone and necessities, they will surely find it.

I therefore can't help but be anxious and I wonder if my Human One is aware of my inner turmoil.

As if hearing my unspoken thoughts, my Human One awakens and before I know it I am being pulled into their arms.

"Good morning, Fuzzy," they say as they tuck their head against mine and I feel my anxieties wash away.

Yes, today really will be a good morning - new phone or not.