The blankey is warm around you.
Outside the storm rumbles, but you blankey keeps you safe.
Feel its soft skin - its warmth and comfort. Feel its strength.
Feel it wrap tightly around you. Too tightly. You are suffocating. It squeezes you hard and your face turns blue. It is killing you.
You are dying.
You try to scream but you can't. The blankey is devouring you. It swallows you up until you're deader then dead - it has had its meal. It goes back to its slumber, waiting for its next victim.
This is a blankey.