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Blankets

29 Sunday Sep 2013

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When I slept over at Paulus‘ with another friend over the weekend, I was a lucky duckling who didn’t have a blanket (I’d offered the other girl the one we were going to share because it was too small to share anyways, and it’s Paulus’ house and he was wearing shorts so I wasn’t going to steal his).

The night started off okay. It was a refreshing cool, but not unbearable, and I dozed off for a little bit. Not too long after, however, I woke up rather chilly and curled into a little(ish) ball and acted as my own blanket. It wasn’t too bad, but my arms kept falling asleep. Oh well.

I kept dozing off, but the night got progressively colder and colder, and then suddenly every time I fell asleep, I’d find myself having the most bizarre dreams about blankets.

About stealing a blanket.

About going out to the store and buying a blanket.

At one point I had a dream wherein I was going to be on Ellen Degeneres’ talk show about life without a blanket… And then I got excited because I thought that when the show was done she’s give me a blanket!

Sooner or later I woke up again, cold and groggy, when I felt something soft underneath my head.

… A corner of Paulus’ blanket had found its way onto the air mattress! My lucky day!

I scooched up bed a little bit and tugged the blanket a smidge. It was by absolutely no means going to cover my whole body, but I didn’t need it to (I was wearing my jeans, very un-comfy). I stuck out my arms like a zombie and buried them underneath the triangle of fabric along with my head.

It seemed completely rational! … Until I fell asleep and had dreams of being in a smoking cave.

But oh well, who needs to breathe when you’re warm?

It wasn’t until the morning when I realized how absolutely bizarre I must have looked: a headless and armless corpse on an air mattress. Good thing I woke up before those other two.

I know I did, because I looked over at Paulus and mine’s other friend and saw she was out cold.

But she wasn’t using the blanket I’d surrendered.

And then I started thinking about how nice it would have been if I’d had a sleeping bag, when it hit me.

Paulus had a freaking sleeping bag in his closet earlier in the day.

I suffered (doubly so as there were 2 means of me being warm) for nothing.

I looked like a long lost relative of Dr. Freeze for nothing.

Next time I go to a sleepover, I’m bringing a freaking blanket.