Thanks, Nellie. I have always wanted to write a book but I don't think I'm good enough. My best writing seems to be about therapy and the pain of my unmet needs. I think The Blanket of Love "wrote itself" because I didn't worry about rhyme. It just poured out of me. I sent it to my T when I wrote it, sometime last year after she let me hold her hand. She told me that "the blanket of love" lives inside of me and I can access it at any time. I still don't fully understand that, though.

In case I never get the opportunity to do anything with my writing, I decided to share it here. I have this deep need to share what's inside of me and I'm not sure that's always so healthy, but if I don't do it now, who knows if I ever will? Good luck with your short story!