Does anyone else suffer from this disorder? It does not matter if it's 95 degrees in my bedroom: I must feel the weight of a blanket covering my body in order to fall asleep. It does not have to be a particularly heavy blanket, but it does have to be a blanket. If it's just a flat sheet, my subconscious throws a hissy fit and does everything in its power to sabotage my ability to sleep.
Obviously, I need a lightweight blanket for the summer heat. (A few other things are obvious: (a) I am not a good candidate for camping expeditions; (b) I'd make a lousy nomad; and (c) I need to get over myself and learn how to sleep with a flat sheet during the summer). But I digress. I have a vision of an airy blanket, like a loosely knit cotton with a lot of little holes for ventilation. It is soft and lulls me into a sweet slumber every night, even if our bedroom feels like a sauna.
I know exactly where I can find this blanket of my dreams: in my parents' house, sometime during the 80s or early 90s. They owned two sky blue blankets that were perfect for summer slumbers. Oh, how I yearn for those blankets. If I had a time machine, I'd go back to 1984 and steal that blanket from my five year old arms, even if I disrupted the time continuum and damaged the fabric of the universe. I'm willing to take that gamble to get my favorite summer blanket back.
But alas, I don't have a time machine. Looks like there's a trip to Bed, Bath and Beyond in my future. Fantastic. I have a love-hate relationship with that store. It has the stuff I need at reasonable prices, but if an earthquake hits while I'm shopping there, I'm going to perish under an avalanche of towels and can openers.
