[ja]cobdavis

It lays on top of us every night and holds a blanket that keeps us down with soft clouds of cotton.
It’s a blue, but a kind of strange blue that looks like the ocean on a white sand beach. I makes me feel comfortable even just looking at it. It reminds me of all the times I wanted to get close to my lady, or the times when I didn’t feel well and the only place you want to be is bed. It makes me feel like I’ll wake up without much of any problems. It’s not so much a security blanket as much as it’s my bed room blanket. I think I’ve just not really had the right blanket or something. I used to sleep on the front room couch for a large part of my “growing up” preteen years. This, I think, is when you pretty much develop your concepts of what feels right. My next blanket was a black and gray patterned cotton comforter. It lasted all through high school, I really liked it. After four years though, it was getting those small balls of rolled up cotton that happens when you wash something too much. I moved “throw away” blankets after that. They were made from weird nylon cotton mix, at least that is how they felt. They were great for early undergrad because they were light enough in the hot dorms and heavy enough to cuddle up with in my lonely cell of a room. When I finally moved out I brought the black blanket from high school. It has stayed at my room waiting for me lonely in a dark bedroom. It always reminded me at home. Maybe thats what a good blanket does, it reminds you of home. Once I moved in with Liz it was out with that blanket. I was upset at first but our new blanket was amazing. I had never had a duvet set before. It’s like his sheet (which I love) wrapped around a blanket. The one we have is a this soft cotton – and now it feels close to a nice T-shirt – and a checked pattern on the top. You brush you hands across the top and it feels like this warm warp. I wish I had some profound thing to say about my blanket but I don’t. Simply stated: I like it.