Soft Surroundings Blankets Novels & Stories

People sitting on the ground with a blanket underneath them, providing space between each other to enjoy private conversations as they wait for the lights to come. There were volunteers giving out blankets both to sit on or seek warmth from, in case we get too cold, in addition to a small dim lantern to provide a small light but keep the atmosphere dark enough to enjoy the lights show once it starts. I take the blankets while she takes the lantern, and I lead her towards an empty space at the front of the group. There was enough distance between us and the others to be able to speak comfortably without disturbing anyone or being eavesdropped on.

Out of the world of herbal induced sleep that always lands me back home, back in hell, back to reality. My eyes pop open, my heart pounding from the visit down memory lane, and I sit up, something falling from my body. I reach down and touch it, a soft, plush texture in my hands, and I lift it to my nose, inhaling. The light scent of Tatum fills my lungs, and my mood feels instantly lighter. When I move to stand, moving the blanket off me, my finger getting tangled in a hole. I guess she gave this blanket a decent amount of use over the years.