My Electric Blanket, My Love.

Today I have the chance to tell you how much I love you, Electric Blanket. I don’t have a name for you: my love transcends the need for labels. Every night you bring me such pleasure and comfort, my love is renewed.

I remember the days when I would get into a cold bed and curl up in fetal position in my flannelette nightgown, bringing my legs down bit by bit as I slowly warmed it. If I was lucky my husband would go to bed before me and I could cleave to his heat while he shrieked at the ice-cold feet walking on his legs.

But you, you my love, gently heat the whole bed. The pleasure of getting into bed and stretching out in a warm cloud; my cold feet reaching into your broad foot, where it’s even warmer. I always think; “The richest person couldn’t be more comfortable than this!”

I know you must miss our dear friend, Egyptian Cotton Sheet, as much as I do. Oh, we were a trio….  No one, no sheet will ever be as soft as her. Alas, I had to give up on trying to sew rips closed; she finally disintegrated beyond use. I was forced by financial circumstances to buy sheets with less thread count from WalMart; it was a rough adjustment.

But I had you, you dear blanket, to sooth and comfort me, to take me into the basking glow of your EMF, and soon I got used to the starchy newness of cheap sheets.

We both know you are past your peak will also be replaced soon. I have to turn you on an hour before I go to bed as your strength is diminishing. For now, you’re still good enough for me. When the time comes, I won’t send you to Value Village; I’ll use you in the summer when my bedroom gets cool and dampish and the bed needs a little ‘warm and dry’ boost.

It’s been great, talking to ya’, old blanket. I have to go to work now, because you and others use electricity and ‘that ain’t cheap’ as my ex-husband used to say.

See you tonight, my darling.

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Someone or something you can’t communicate with through writing (a baby, a pet, an object) can understand every single word you write today, for one day only. What do you tell them?

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