A small voice calls out of the darkness...
I come rushing up out of my own darkness, formulate an answer, and call back..
The small voice sends out a plea...
"I can't find my blanket."
I send reassurance...
I tell myself - don't go back to sleep - and then fumble with the covers as I sit up on the side of the bed and reach for my glasses. Not that they will help much in the pitch black of the house at this pre-dawn hour, but I put them on anyway.
Walk gently around the bed being careful not to bump into it and wake the sleeping husband. And then count the steps before reaching the brick step. There it is. Two steps up and across to the bedroom door.
No way around it. The light has to be turned on. "Close your eyes." I say to the small person, owner of the small voice. *click* No worries. She's still asleep. All the blankets are on the floor.
I arrange all the blankets back over her. Tucking them down close to her so she has a cocoon of warmth. And there it is, the special blanket. I tuck it in next to her for comfort more than warmth. She rolls over to snuggle it and sighs. I am a hero.
I saved the night and my reward was that little sigh. All is right in the world now and I return to bed to lay awake until my alarm, a cello piece, alerts me to it being 6am and time to begin my day.
Good morning, reader.
Thank you for sharing your time with me. Please leave me a note just saying you stopped in and that you're safe, with or without your blanket. :)