I am a blanket girl. I love a heavy blanket on me. I can't help but dream of the fall maple leaf cover
that blankets the ground outside my bedroom up north. Thank goodness the weather is turning, down here in Miami... There is a soft sea breeze pushing the heavy hot humidity away. The blanket chest at the foot of the bed was a wedding gift from my parents. It came with two soft wool blankets from the farm's own sheep. Now I pull them over me in my dreams.
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