Heavy

Once upon a time, Aaron knew I loved blankets. So he gave me a 15-pound blanket as a gift.

And I hated it. 

Every time I tried to use it, I felt trapped. Stuck. Unable to move. So Aaron used it occasionally. 

But I shunned it.

I tried to be nice about it. But Aaron could tell I didn't like it. It was the one blanket I never used. 

Then this summer happened, and it has been blazing hot - too hot for blankets. The sheet covering me never gave a satisfying feel. One June night I could not sleep. Tossing around with the flimsy sheet flapping around, I just felt too...hm....loose. For once, the weighted  blanket came to mind. It is not designed to be particularly warm. Just heavy. I hoisted it on top of the sheet - and tunneled in feet first. The blanket conformed to me and compressed me just enough for comfort.

I slept like a baby.

I've been using the weighted blanket all summer now, and it is the best thing ever. Aaron is happy that the blanket finally has a purpose. 

I'm glad I finally gave it a chance. 

Snow boots on hottest day of summer