The Missing Blanket

Ever had moments during the night where it gets a wee bit too chilly and you reach out for your nice warm blanket which you expect to find waiting in a puddle by your feet only to discover that it's not there??? As I write this, at 5:57am, today was one such day.

This of course led to a series of groans and moans. With my eyes still closed (probably in denial), I patted my bed with my feet, up and down the area that I know I left it by. Frustration grew, I patted some more, and by this time, I've started using my hands (you know it's trouble when your limbs unite). And then I had no choice but to do the unthinkable, oh dear - I got up!

I lifted my back, opened my eyes, twisted left and right - it wasn't there. I peeped at my brother's bed - it wasn't there either. But one thing I knew for sure, and you probably know it too, once I got up, there's no turning back.

Looking back, would I have despatched a search and rescue team? - for sure! But only if it wasn't 5.23 in the morning (that's right, I checked the time on my handphone clock). Instead, I resorted to this - blogging.

Then again, it's not like it just dawned on me that I wanted to start a blog, especially right after such a dramatic episode. I have been wanting to start a blog, aching if may add. But I was clueless, title-less, idea-less, and right now - blanketless. Well, I guess there's no title better than the one that kept you up all night. So here I go, welcome to The Missing Blanket!

P/S: the missing blanket is still missing!