security blanket
my sister gave me a gift, a soft pink pillow with a soft pink unicorn on it. It unzips into a soft purple blanket, and it keeps me safe and warm.
when I get lonely, I spend extra time with it. I pull it between my legs, and let it warm me another way. I close my eyes and think of hers, remembering how they looked gazing down at me while she and Daddy gently mocked me as I wriggled and moaned under them.
I never had a blanket like this when I was a little girl, so I’m extra grateful to have one now. One that can either wrap me up in a hug and be a refuge, or be the thing I use to feel closer to my family when I miss them most. I’m so lucky 💕
I don’t know if it was mockery as much as simple observation… you can’t expect people not to comment on something ridiculous and overstuffed in the living room, whether it’s a couch, a girl, or some unholy amalgam of the two. And in fairness, she was on my lap like a little lady, while you were on the floor, humping the heel of my foot like a poorly-socialized dog, so of course we were “gazing down”. You were just about as “down” as you could be without actually becoming one with the carpeting.
It was certainly gentle, though. I mean, I did spit in your eye and shame you for being a victim… but it was mostly gentle. (I didn’t even punch you very hard.) And I thought it was super-nice, the way I let you kiss her tits and get felt up in return.
But to be clear, we are in complete agreement on one thing: you are so lucky.