The Bloody Doors Off

I had a blanket when I was a toddler. Pink, with blue bears.

When I’d finally given it up, the fabric was frayed and the stuffing spilled out.

But it was my blanket.

I get now why Linus never wanted to give his up. When things get bad, all you had to do was throw it over your head, and you became invisible. Nothing bad could get to you.

That’s what duvets are, I guess. Adult security blankets. I know, when I pull it over me, I feel safe. Warm.

Granted, I’m desperate to throw it off in the middle of the night. (My body is a furnace.)

I could use that comfort right now.