A cradling embrace

A comfort space

A warm hug

The night of cotton

The understanding we crave

The positive fluff

Stitched and sewn

Faded black and charcoal grey

Lays and lazy

Every morning I regret I had to leave

Every evening I rejoice to see her again

Every snuggle smells of home

My thick blanket

My darling comforter

My castoff love

If you look at her, I will growl

If you touch her, I will smack your wrist

If you want her, you will have to pry her from my cold dead hands

My comforter is life.