what shall i name him?

Last night, I fell asleep with him in my hand.

He's the perfect shape to hold; he has a little divot for my thumb.

When did he come to me? From whence did he fly?

Alls I know is: yesterday I wore a purple cardigan with big buttons and two pockets.

When I left my room, my pockets were empty. When I returned, there he was.

At no point was my cardigan removed. I was present at his arrival.

He doesn't belong in pockets. He's meant for the outdoors. He's a miniature mountain.

Now he's domestic.