Everyone has a certain sense of security. Maybe you find it in the make-up you put on everyday. Maybe you find it in holding another's hand across the street or just in the embrace of an old friend. My roommate finds it in her blanky. Yes. That's right. Her blanky.Jayme is 23 years old and every night sleeps with her childhood blanket (if you can still call it that). She claims that it had bears with striped t-shirts on it and large pine trees all over it on an off-white background. My other roommate, Abbie, and I are quite skeptical. Maybe the picture of this so-called blanket will help you determine with us what it is exactly.
Where is 'blanky' in that picture, you may ask? Is it the pastel-colored fabric underneath that ball of strips? Oh no, friends. That little wad of gray matter IS in fact her blanky. We asked her why she still sleeps with it every night- especially because soon there will be nothing left of it. Shouldn't she try to save it? "Well, if one piece falls off, I just tie it back on. That's why there are so may knots in it", she said. Abbie is still quite offended by the thought, sight, and smell of this little creature. She says, "It's really creepy when she strokes me with it." Fun is had by all on Jancey Street when Jayme chases Abbie around with blanky in hand.
I guess security does come in all shapes and sizes... smells and colors. We love you, Jayme... you and your blanky.
