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On top of that, the bedding smelled weird, like some kind of strong, flowery fabric softener, and the blankets weren’t heavy enough to calm my nerves.
I used to have a weighted blanket, but it had gotten lost somewhere, in one of our many moves.
All of these things were like sandpaper assaulting my senses. I reached for my phone and found my white-noise playlist. I selected my favorite Tibetan singing bowls and rain and turned up the volume until I no longer noticed the other sounds. I tried to lay still and focus on my breathing. But even with all that, it was still after 2:00 AM when I finally dropped off to sleep.
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