Life settled on me like a child’s favorite malfunctioning electric blanket. It was agonizingly slow to start, but Oh, so soft, I thought. And yet, once the fabric heated, once it replaced the chill in the air with a lover’s embrace, once it lulled me into a dangerously deceptive state of bliss, it was gone. It passed the brief moment where everything felt perfect so quickly I could only recall the stifling suffocation, right before I burst into flames. God, I miss my blanket.
fleur14
hot
nancyames
This is well written, with such an apt use of symbolism that it is readily relatable for the reader.
Natella2020
Very interesting metaphor.
Digby
“hot” :-)
My kids love their blankies, but I don’t give them electric ones. That I save for my footy knee.
Nicely written.
ladyb
Brilliant.