My Blanket is So Lit

 

My Blanket is So Lit

It all started when I found myself trapped in the elevator after leaving my workplace. This experience left me utterly terrified of lifts. I began to tremble and decided to take the stairs to reach my office on the 4th floor. As I  climbed up, I got shaky, my heart started racing, and my legs felt weakened with each step. This became a daily struggle for me, making it feel like an uphill challenge to achieve my stair-climbing goals. Every day, I find myself wishing for something miraculous to occur, like a change in the office layout, the option to work remotely, or a vacation that seems completely out of reach. Once again feeling disheartened, I tried to concentrate on the task before me. While I was frustrated with the looming challenges of the English language in front of me, I was jolted back to reality by loud cheers coming from my workplace. I caught phrases like “Slay” and “Gas,” which seem to be popular among Gen Z and Alpha kids when they communicate. I assumed these terms might have a trendy context since the literal meaning of the first is rather harsh, and the second can be seen as inappropriate for a confined office setting.

Eventually, I heard HR and the team lead announcing one week of winter break. Putting aside all my “salty” feelings, including panic attacks and elevator phobia, I joined in the celebration. Amidst my deep thinking, a colleague asked me if I had any plans for the holidays. I replied immediately that I would just snuggle in my warm, cozy blanket and dream away, without a care in the world. After hearing this, most of my colleagues seemed to be in awe of my idea. I heard them say, “This is so lit. No cap.” Without waiting to decipher what it meant, I packed up and left.

 At home, I gazed at my blanket with great love. I had been so busy working what seemed like 25 hours a day that I had forgotten how much my old, faithful blanket meant to me. On the nights when I was exhausted after work, it was my blanket that gave me peace and comfort. The 5 hours of sleep that I managed to get every night were because of the calm and soothing effect that my blanket had on me. My blanket is my shining star, it’s an unsung hero! It deserves recognition. I hold my blanket in the highest regard. That night, while I was wondering how to get the world to appreciate the little things in life, my blanket helped me get a nice, relaxed, and peaceful slumber.

 “Snuggling under a blanket is the coziest joy."

 I woke up feeling cheerful and refreshed, as happy as a lark. “ No work today! No Gen Alpha words to worry about!” I screamed at the top of my voice. I went back to bed and snuggled in my warm, fuzzy blanket. I began to plan my day with my blanket. What a great idea to start the day with breakfast in bed, sipping hot tea in the comfort of my blanket. It was a cold, chilly December morning after all! Later, I brought chips, cookies, dry fruit, and other munching stuff. You name it, I had it! All this while I was cuddling inside my blanket and reading a book. It was pure bliss!

I felt like getting some beauty sleep when the writer inside me awakened. I opened my laptop and started writing an appreciation note for my blanket, which was as pretty as a picture, helping me achieve my dream of a restful, tranquil holiday. Ultimately, I will be able to share with the world that blankets deserve recognition for their invaluable contributions to humanity.

 Well! My one week of winter break is almost over! I will share with you the formula that I adopted to keep me happy. First and foremost, never wake up when someone is forcing you to. Be determined and go back to sleep.  It’s your life, your rules, and your sleep. On the other hand, if there is an emergency, please do wake up. Next is to appreciate the little things in life that bring you happiness.

 

In my case, it is my irresistibly soft, sweet-smelling, plush blanket that feels as smooth as satin, gliding over my skin. As I will be undergoing a hectic work week ahead with just 5 hours of sleep, all I can think of is to remember my mini-vacation from the world, nestled in softness, with perfect coziness and tender connection.

 I hope you all have developed an emotional attachment to your blanket and felt that swaddling in a cozy blanket brings a moment of perfect peace and ecstasy!