~Object 7~ A Blanket

Yesterday was cold.  She wrapped a blanket around her shoulders and curled up as tightly as she could, hoping the blanket's warmth would penetrate the ice in her bones.  The soft texture eventually warmed her, and she relaxed a bit, but not enough to let go of the cloth.  

Today, though, is quite warm.  She made herself lunch, snatched up the blanket and ate on the lawn outside; her own little picnic.  The blanket guarded her from the moist earth, and provided a soft place to lay her head as she dozed in the sun.

She remembered back when she was little and a blanket was more than a piece of fabric.  It used to be a magic carpet, a tent or a hobo's pack.  It used to be a Princess's cape or a fairy godmother's wings.  Blankets used to hold so many possibilities, so many adventures.  Now blankets hold memories, and she remembered those days as she picked up her blanket, came inside and started to write.

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Over and out,

~Emily

P.S.  A big thanks to the readers who gave me object ideas yesterday, you are all so creative!