I love you cotton,
love you soft, warm and snuggly.
I love you, you soothing in the cold night snuggler, holding me close, lulling me to sleep with your sand song.
The sound is sweeter than laughter.
It’s sand coming in with the tides, loud and proud upon ascension but subtle upon defending and cradling my limbs, light and wistful.
I love you gray and weighted,
your pressure so promising.
I love you as you hug me, grains sifting about you as I turn.
The whirring of my ceiling fan enters in your remarkable chorus of grains, hugs, cotton covered bliss.
I am calm within you, your ontarague magnificent.
I never thought this many words could manifest while writing about a weighted blanket.