Winter nights will not be shadowed by gloom this year. Something gloriously bright and cheerful is here to perk us up during the long hours of darkness. Folded neatly at the foot of our bed are soft rounds of organic cotton, colours intermingling with each other, dark and light shoulder to shoulder. Each stitch crocheted with love and thoughts of being together forever.
Its presence brings forth an awakening to the dulled senses brought on by the cold. I want to touch it, feel it and just gaze at it. The blanket beckons me and I’m too weak to just walk away. It has occupied my time and mind for nearly four months. It owns me, as I it.
The granny square spread proudly across my bed. I snuggled under the warmth and drifted off to sleep that night. I vaguely remember dreaming of rainbows with puffy cotton clouds above me, as I strolled through a tulip-covered field. Was this colourful dream induced by the sight of the forever blanket just before the lights went out?
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If it was, I can’t wait for tonight.