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.