A Blanket Hug

I wiggled my soft cloth feet across the carpet, curious about the big pile of sunshine pooling near the ottoman. Resting on the low footstool was a chunky yellow knit throw blanket with its fringe trailing down to the floor. Grabbing the soft yarn strands with both hands, I pulled with all my stuffed might until a giant swirl of knit fabric tumbled down around me! I wrapped the thick, cozy loops around my shoulders and gave it a giant squeeze. It felt just like the warmest, softest morning hug in the world.