This smooth cold breeze of the window shut it close it. tight and hold it with in the body temp lay on the floor move with comfort in the blanket. and cuddle in the sheets level me out in fabric all over me. and the material sinks with in the skin soft as butter. and gently feel the texture on the manufacture in how it was made on the machine. thread by thread and needle in the haystack. through it and tie it in many ways of the blanket. and hold it like you love it but keep it in your arms. I'm in open range grab look at it in so many ways. see if its there to keep you warm. in the heat high temperature the stakes are up purple and red is the skin type. of cuddling in the blanket stick to you or feel like sand paper ripping on the skin. relaxed but tense in the muscles and smooth is the key to flatting out the skin on the blanket. rise up its wrinkling it on sight and on looks on it focus to take it out. with out a rip or tare or patch it with a hole fell it in and seeing it through. in cotton fix it right in tools in a sharp or form. line it up in the tubes stuffed in the stuffer.in a 6 inch in the blanket lie beneath with me and figure your spot out. tie lead it tight breath out and feel the blanket in your. zone its right on the target far away don't lose it. or look back in the making of the blanket. feel safe with it don't let it go. but break a tear and wipe it off gently like cloth inside of me. and make me yours any night or day. of wrapping yourself around me grip it well and tightly in its way. you give it to me like joy I'm happy in this feeling make me smile. and laugh out the blanket showing emotions towards me in a empty hands in my body listen well and. tell my story right now point this out I'm sensing something in the word I put out of the blanket. Ive always felt before in my blanket......................