Some people have a dog that offers comfort after a long week. Other people have a significant other. I have blankets. Blankets comfort you without asking for anything in return. Such is the case with inanimate objects (unless battery operated, 😉 ).
As a child, I loved blankets so much that my older sister joked that one day I would be crushed beneath them. I had many. I spent a whole year saving money to buy the softest blanket I had ever touched at a Scandinavian gift shop in Rockford, Illinois (circa 1997). I was a cool kid (only literally).
Yesterday, I bought a mug because the thought of drinking coffee out of it on a Sunday morning made me feel so relaxed. Unfortunately my room is incredibly cold today and the coffee lost it’s warmth within ten minutes. It’s a good thing my blankets had my back (and front).
That’s all I ever hope to say about blankets. The end.
30 Minute Playlist:Â The Sundays
Sunsets:
Progressively Louder Laughter 