This blanket was my most prized possession.
I called it "Mickey Blanket."
Here it sits, in all its Mickey glory:
Mickey Blanket possessed magical powers, or so I believed.
Whenever I was sick, I would bunch Mickey Blanket into a ball and squeeze him against whatever part of me hurt: my stomach, my head, my knee ("growing pains" according to my mummsie).
Mickey Blanket would make everything feel better.
Sometimes, I wish I could wrap the whole world in a Mickey Blanket.
Maybe it'd make everything better.