Only at the next stop did I realize that I woke up a little slug who must have called the bottle its home. And now it wanted to come out. Slowly-slowly, it started twirling around and eventually it peaked its little tentacles out … and when no one seemed to be of threat, it crawled to the rim of the bottleneck.
Finally, I gave it a little push so it could be free again among the fallen leaves before I threw the bottle away.
Freedom is great even if it feels scary at times.