Ode+to+my+Blanket

=Ode to my Blanket= toc By Alex D __

The Ode
It is tattered torn, and worn. Yet, at the same time: soft, cozy, and snug.

It is my Technicolor Dream Coat with its many shapes an colors. Presented to me the day that I was born, I cherish it. As I wrap my self in it, memories of sad times and happy times flood my mind.

It has been with me every night, just like the stars as the moon rises. Comforting me, as I sleep. It is my one and only blanket.

It is old, faded, and shabby. Yet at the same time: warm, smooth, and silky

It has been with me every night, just like sun sets Comforting me, as I sleep. It is my one and only blanket.