Her Blanket
is the equivalent of baby kryptonite. She is helpless
in its presence. All activity stops when contact is made
with soft pink plushness. She cannot resist
burying her face in the fabric, clutching lone embroidered corner
like a life raft. Instantly, her energy is drained as she wraps
herself in its comforting embrace, quickly slipping into dreamtime.
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