dans les nuages

Hmm, I’ve actually been pondering this for a good part of the day. A lot of things have crossed my mind. I could say God, my parents, my brother, or even McDonald’s, but in all honesty, I think my first true affection for anything is actually for my blanket. Obviously, I love God and my family and of course, McDonald’s very very much, but most of those were affections realized much later. I’ve always been extremely attached to this blanket; when I was little, I wouldn’t fall asleep without it, so my mom would have to wash and dry it in the same day. She tried to replace it with blankets of similar material, but it wouldn’t smell or feel the same. I still remember her doing an experiment with me testing to see if I could really differentiate between three blankets, and I still remember which blankets were which. I brought this blanket with me to college, so it’s been with me for… awhile. It’s starting to develop holes and rips throughout, but it still carries the smell and feel that I love so much. While I’m able to sleep without it, it’s one of the things that calms me down and puts me to sleep the fastest. I don’t know what I’m going to do when it must be retired into a suitcase and appreciated only once every few years…