When I crawl into a warm blanket at night, I pretend it's your arms. The sweet smell of home covers me when I curl up under it, however, when I'm with you I can feel that, feel at home. That thin cloth of security strengthens me, and tells me I can sleep fearless, but in your arms I feel like you will protect me, and you are fearless.
Nothing can harm me under the cozy embrace of my blanket, but I know it's possible that it will slip away... Then leave me cold...
It's a scary thought isn't it? That my covers may come off in my sleep... That I'll freeze. Just like you can loosen your grip on me, and leave me to feel the cold embedded heart ... All you could do is reach out with the tips of my toes, and feel the blanket that once covered me, and has not quiet left.. All you could do Is clutch onto that hope only grasping onto that little bit of love...
But those are the fears of a nightmare while hiding under the blanket,because in all honesty a nightmare is nothing compared to a dream. Dream, separating the good in my thoughts. When I feel my warmth held
under that blanket, I remember the warmth held in my heart. No matter where you are you warm my soul and keep me safe. love... It guides me, shelters me with warmth, stops my nightmares...
You're my blanket, and you cover my heart.
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