baby blankie.

I used to get dragged around everywhere, this thing wouldn't let go of me. it would eat with me, spit up on me, cry on me, sleep with me, take me to church, take me shopping; let me tell you i've been through the ringer. i used to be very soft all over, as i have gotton older i have worn down and gotten a few holes. as years have gone by the thing has gotten bigger, and after a while stopped taking me everywhere it went. eventually it just slept with me. for a long time i was offended and thought the thing had found a new blankie, someone else to take everywhere and do everything with. during the day i just lay on my bed, just lay here and wait for this thing to come home and spend some time with me. some nights it doesn't touch me, and sometimes i just lay on the floor and it forgets about me but its always a good night when it finally remembers me. maybe the thing just needs me when its sad or scared, i'm quite comforting you know.. or maybe it is cold and needs some extra warmth. i've heard some old wives tales that eventually the things never pick you up again and you go in some old chest in the attic and only get pulled out when they go through all their other old stuff, but i don't believe it.