"There is a cold sterility about the large warm blanket that envelopes my body. It no longer envelopes my body with the warmth, safety and comfort it once so willingly offered, it now suffocated me, heavy and reeking of the foul stench of despair. I take a sip of the steaming hot chocolate clutched between my frail hands, desperately seeking the sweet reassurance I remember so clearly. I found none. In its place, searing into my tongue was a bitter and heavy sorrow. The aftertaste brought forth a tangle of memories that left me shaking with anger. By now the blanket had consumed me and we had become one entity. There we lay impersonal and limp, draped across the large cushioned chair."
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