My house was freezing. I accidentally turned the air conditioning on too low before leaving that day, worried my dog would overheat. There was no way I was getting comfortable without my blanket.
Curled up on the sofa under my smooth, warm blanket I turned on the news - I wanted to catch up after a long day of work.
My dog jumped up to cuddle, but I had to put her down because she always chews on the blanket. I've had to sew so many new parts onto it because of that damn dog.
*"A breaking story out of Cleveland Heights this evening. Another man was found dead inside of an abandoned home. Twenty-eight year old Jason..."*
I clicked off the news. All they talked about these days was the "serial killer" running around on the east side of town. I get it, I guess.
The killer always skins their torsos and dumps the bodies in old crack houses - it's an interesting story!
But they keep assuming different motives for the killings: drugs, gang violence, etc. Honestly, I just need new parts to fix my blanket when the dog ruins it.