Slice of Write

Stories & jibber-jabber by Janelle Parmer, Author of The Other Side of the Ledge & Chasing Calla Lilies

I was watching the news last night and felt myself drifting off to sleep.  I was excited that I might be able to sleep tonight for the first time in weeks.  I shut off the tv, set my alarm on my phone, and turned over in bed.  Within fifteen minutes of waiting for sleep to overcome me, I realized I was wrong.  The small bout of tiredness was all a ruse.  I re-positioned my pillows, turned over to my other side, and tried not to think about the million things I need to do at work tomorrow.  Did I remember to email Sadie the agenda for the meeting on Thursday?  Did Jack plug in those financials I needed for the presentation?  I hoped I wasn’t forgetting anything.  Stop, I told myself.  I let out a deep breath and thought about the snow falling outside.  The two large trees in the front yard would be covered in snow, and the neighborhood would look like a winter wonderland tomorrow morning. 

“It looks like a Christmas card,” my Aunt Shelly would tell me.  She loved the snow.  It always gave us a good excuse to make hot chocolate, bake cookies, and watch old movies by the fireplace.  Oh, how I miss my Aunt Shelly.  She was the best and always made me feel special.  Anytime I was having a bad day because someone said something about my parents, or a group of kids called me names and chased me home from school, Aunt Shelly could somehow make all of those feelings of sadness and anxiety go away – even if only for a few hours.  I remember sitting on the couch, snuggled in that soft blanket with the birds on it, watching actresses such as Grace Kelly or Ingrid Bergman on the television screen, and wishing I could be them when I grew up.  They were all beautiful, smart, funny, and everyone liked them.  My Aunt Shelly would tell me I was perfect just the way I was.  Her words were always positive and a nice change from the words I was used to hearing about myself. 

I turned on the light on the nightstand and walked to the linen closet in the hallway.  Buried underneath some other blankets, I found the blanket with the birds on it.  I rescued it from the blanket prison and took it back to my room.  I gently lay it on top of my comforter and shut off the light.  I got back into the warm bed and grabbed the blanket as tight as I could.  It smelled more like an old bounce sheet than cookies, but the soft cotton polyester blend felt calming against my skin.  Within a few minutes, I felt myself drifting off to sleep.

2 thoughts on “The Blanket with the Birds on it

  1. Randall Wirtz says:

    A nice peaceful slice of sleep. Sweet Dreams.

    1. saidnell says:

      Yes! Sleep is the best medicine 🥰

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