Lost Blankets Today I opened a box it had my lingerie and blankets the perfume accosted my senses and made me weak if only I had one piece of me to smell to hold on to to be the woman that I am. The importance of blankets. I need cocooning, wrapping myself up makes me feel safe and cozy. I was suffused with remorse and pleasure when I came across a perfume scented bin of my lingerie and blankets. I hugged the long-lost companion, pressed it to my needy chest and inhaled the scent. I was wistful but hopeful, I haven’t felt much like a woman, outside of a tired enfeebled disabled once was a woman. Yet, I smiled inwardly, perhaps there is some hope that I can find myself again. I have given up hope and this blanket came to me at the right moment. De plus, it was a blanket that my dead sister had given me, It was heavy and soft and brought me the sense of female hood. When I found myself in extended homelessness, I craved the comfort of handmade knits. From stuffed toys t...
