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Prologue

Chapter One : Coming Soon

Chapter Two : Coming Soon

Chapter Three : Coming Soon

Chapter Four : Coming Soon

Chapter Five : Coming Soon

Chapter Six : Coming Soon

Chapter Seven : Coming Soon

Chapter Eight : Coming Soon

Chapter Nine : Coming Soon

Chapter Ten : Coming Soon

Chapter Eleven : Coming Soon

Chapter Twelve : Coming Soon

Chapter Thirteen : Coming Soon

Chapter Fourteen : Coming Soon

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Rain. Being wet. It was the first thing she felt. All of a sudden, she could hear. Strange, she thought. After all, she was a blanket and blankets don’t hear. But just as she felt her fabric grow wet with each drop from the sky, she realized she heard the small whimpers and cries of a child. She knew it was a child. Again, blankets weren’t supposed to know things. However, today seemed like the day for all impossibilities to manifest into the world of possibilities. And just as fast as Blanket registered the feeling of rain on her fabric and the bawling of a baby, she knew she was falling. She was falling fast. Her descent begins in the sky. Where she was falling, she didn’t know, but she knew babies shouldn’t be falling from the skies. Especially babies wrapped up in blankets, such as herself, shouldn’t be tumbling to the ground. 

Then Blanket began to hope. She hoped one of two things; The first being that she’d stop falling, and in turn, so would the baby. The second thing Blanket hoped for was that the two of them were plunging down to solid ground. Surely an impact that great would snatch the life out of the two just as easily as it had been given.

Wind whipped around Blanket causing the loose ends of her fabric to come undone. Her grip on the child loosened. A grip that Blanket tried to regain. She felt oddly protective over the child. After all, the two of them were falling together whether they liked it or not. 

As she fell, more and more odd things began to happen: she realized she was thinking and feeling things, she had a voice, and she moved like a living thing, in fact, she was living. Blankets weren’t alive, at least she could remember they weren’t. Heck, that was another thing she could do: she could remember. 

She remembered there was a world above. At least she believed it to be above, as of now, she could only see the dark ash-color clouds of the sky as they rained down on her. She remembered people–humans, they owned her, and other objects. Glancing down at the child in her arms, Blanket pondered if this tiny human was her owner. It was so tiny and frail yet screamed with such power it shocked Blanket to her core. Blanket tried to remember more about the world above, her head began to hurt from thinking about it. Must be too soon to remember, Blanket thought just as she hit the water. The dark ocean drinking up, both, child and blanket.

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