X-Ray Vests

I like heavy blankets. They make me feel protected and small, but small in a good way. I would love a blanket made of those lead x-ray vests sewn together weighing on me and keeping me still. This is an odd thing for me to love. In almost every other area of my life, I like space, I like open air, and I like freedom to move. But at night when it's dark and cold, and I'm alone, I want thick, constricting coverage on my body while I sleep. The heavier, the better.

This makes summertime a real bitch.

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