The existential question I’m struggling with in my dreams: Could a brand new blanket ever replace my 31-year-old one?

I have a security blanket. One side has pink and white checks, the other side has pink rosebuds and there are ruffles all around. She is thirty-one years old. That is very old in security blanket years.

I have some anxiety about her survival, but so far so good. I take special care and I don’t wash her more than once a year. I get the same deep peaceful feeling when I hold my blanket as when I hold my boyfriend’s arm. He isn’t even pink or ruffly. Problem is he’s much less portable.

Last night I dreamt I was at a strange house and there was a young kid walking around with a new blanket very similar to mine. I rush over. His mom has one too. I exclaim,

“Where did you get that?”

“Derrell’s Home Store.”

The first thing I did when I woke up this morning was google Derrell’s Home Store.

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