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Under the Yellow Blanket
Under the Yellow Blanket
The story goes: we were in the basement Playing, as we were apt to do in those days. Down there, we loosed the reds, greens and grays of our collective imagination. On this day, we tired together and curled beneath a yellow blanket, that blanket; I remember still how it felt exactly. We sighed in slumber, isolated, cheek to cheek. It was not long before the household began to wonder and, soon people were loudly saying our names. Their shouting would only have been a slight perturbation to the soft air we breathed. They searched the house, the washer, dryer, the basement entire, and yet they overlooked us, camouflaged as we were. They searched the yard, the neighborhood. We would not be found until we decided it was time to wake, time to go back up to the world for there was much Work and Play to be done. Where had we been? they asked. We had been together dreaming easily, under the yellow blanket. Conceived February 18, 2003
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