From being protected by our mothers warm womb, we are then thrown into a cold world. The change in temperature immediately hits us and we realize, we can’t always be comfortable. Trying to get that security back, us humans create artificial warmth. A blanket. Protecting ourselves from the intimidating boogie man, we reach for the blanket. Trying to brush off the hate we endure, we reach for the blanket. Now grown up, a blanket can no longer be my armor. I must venture into reality, this cruel, cruel world. Those who surround us, can rid society of artificial warmth. Give us back what our mothers had granted for 9 months. Blanket me in your love. Shield me from the terrors to come. Pacify my pain and one day, we could gift the world with our natural blanket.