I have chocolate in my pocket

It found it's way there earlier, as I was working in Littleton. It stayed there through many mailbox moves, and the trip back, and my late lunch (provided by my company.) I reached in my pocket for it, but found that was a little smooshed. And melted. As in, through the wrapper.
I licked the chocolate from fingers and smiled.

I had a hot, gooey, chocolate pocket.