Security and a Blankey

A blankey seems like a silly item once we become adults. We are secure when we are surrounded by someone who loves us. When they are near we can face anything, withstand any assault, endure any hardship. But when we are alone, or perceive that we are alone then we become insecure.

I can remember growing up and being afraid of the dark. Actually for a year after my great grandfather died I had these nightmares that seemed to be happening right in my bedroom. So I would never sleep on my stomach nor go without my covers. I needed the security of being covered no matter how flimsy that security actually was. We find security in the oddest places and cover ourselves with flimsy transparent things that can't actually protect us.

They are only an illusion.

Now where is my blankey . . . aahh there it is.