The blanket was large, thick and a dark shade almost pitch black. It was also just so incredibly heavy. And maybe had I chosen to push it off me in the beginning I wouldn’t be in this situation. Before that, the blanket was my protector. It served as the trenches that soldiers would hide in and pray to anyone that they would be shielded from the flying bullets from the other side for me. It was a black hole that would absorb anything and everything. Day after day, I would come home and the blanket would protect me during my vulnerable state. And day after day, I became more and more vulnerable, needing to stay under that blanket more and more. It was my final sanctuary. My one comfort in life. Being able to sleep under that blanket no matter how cold or hot the temperature outside was my reason for continuing. Soon, in order to survive the day, I’d stay under the blanket the whole day and night. Going out without my protection was hell. It was a gamble. I’d never know if I would be able to survive life without it. I didn’t want to try though. There was nothing out there worth anything for me to try and persevere against the world. My dear blanket protected me from all. It brought comfort. Soaking up my tears, my feelings, and my life, all to be protected from the world. It was exactly what I imagined how being sucked into a black hole would feel like. Peaceful. With nothing there, that would disturb it.

But hiding from the world under the blanket was only temporary. I was told to move on. To just get out there and continue living. I didn’t have a choice to stay in my one and only sanctuary. I wasn’t aware that I didn’t have a choice to leave it either. Maybe it was my mothers words that reached me or my guilt for wasting her hard work as she worked long hours only to end up with a child like me, but I wanted to change it. To at least put some effort to acknowledge the work she had put in for me. I wanted to try braving the world I had long forgotten. But I couldn’t. My limbs were pinned down. My protector, my warm, comforting, dark shaded blanket was heavy. Too heavy. Or perhaps, I was simply too weak. A drained shell of the person I had once been. I simply could not leave what was supposed to shield me from the world. Before I knew it, I became a prisoner of my heavy blanket. A victim of a black hole. Stuck within, unable to crawl out to see the brilliant blue color of my world that I began to miss and forced to be alone. I was to remain under my blanket until everything last bit of my person was absorbed by it to protect me from the world I had once desired refuge from. A dream that is past me, too hopeless to be thankful for the world they once had the ability to roam free in had wished for became my reality.