Blankets are good, they keep thou warm
Will I only do Daily Prompt posts? Maybe
She pulls it over her, with all its comfort and warmth, cuddles into it smiling as if she were hugging her favorite person. She loved the little shudder she got when she went from uncovered to warm and snug, the sense of safety. It feels like nothing could hurt her when she was under it, the monster under her bed would retreat, the ghosts would disappear, and her fears would be no more. Under the floral patterns of her favorite blanket, nothing can touch her.
He huddles under it, pulling it over his ears and curling up in a ball. They were fighting again, over him. But under its warm cover, he felt better. The loud arguments faded into background noise, allowing him to think clearly again. And when it was resting on top of him, it feels like the noise will fade away until it disappears, and it will never be there again. Under the checkered red-and-black designs of his blanket, everything will be okay again.
She surrounds herself with the warmth of it, the small amount of it that she still has. She would be huddled in the corner, shivering, freezing, without it. When it enwrapped her body in its tight embrace, she could almost remember how it felt like to be hugged. To be wrapped in someone’s arms, to feel safe and secure, to feel loved. And when she was tucked in it, she almost remembered what it was like to be in a bed, in a home, in a family. Under the gray of her fleece blanket, happiness seemed closer than it had been in a long time.
He stared up at the ceiling, a blanket draped over his lower half. A blanket that represents where he used to live, where he used to belong. He brought it to his face a breathed in. It smelled like home. Home. Home, where beautiful flakes drifted to the ground slowly, then get pushed away into the air by oblivious strangers walking by. Home, where the blankets of snow that filled the streets were as white as ivory. Home, where everything felt right. Under the pure whiteness of his memory-filled blanket, home felt as if it was within reach.
Yay for my first post and for the Daily Prompt!