my blanket

i had a blanket growing up.
it was given to me when i was born.
i slept with it every night until i left it in a hotel when i was 11.
i can still explain how good the blanket felt when i clutched it and slept with it against my face because for some reason these days as i'm falling asleep, i find myself aching for 'my blanket' for the first time in 17 years.
it's the feeling it brought me that i find myself missing.
a sense of comfort and security. a hug.
something i can hold in the physical world.
something that holds me.

i have a new security blanket now...