June 2000 -12

Confessions of a Navajo Blanket

OK, I'm going to admit something.

I've been on the end of this green leather couch for
7 years, now. I've seen him through lots of rough times.
Couple of good times too, and some nightmares.

He never used his bedroom for years. The couch was always
his choice. The bedroom was a mangle of boxes, evidence
of a scattered life.

He slept on the couch. Maybe it was easier to get out of the
door, or easier to fall onto the couch after a mind-bending day.
He's been known to have a few of those. Maybe sleeping in a bed
was just too normal for an "out there" guy like Mulder. While he
slept on the couch, I was a big part in his life. Now he's chosen the
bed and to be honest, I feel lost.

I've been watching the redhead for years now. I've always wondered
what it would feel like to wrap myself around her. I know HE
has wondered the same thing.

Well, it finally happened. She just fell asleep, boom, like that.
They had been talking, quietly. She was uncharacteristically open.
I could feel things were changing.

She fell asleep mid-sentence. Mulder did not hesitate. He used me to
cover her as she slept. She was so warm, so soft, and she smelled like
cinnamon and newly mown grass. My gosh, I was in heaven.

What happened next is debatable. I've been alone, single, right
along with Mulder for all this time. The last time I felt such
tenderness, such love, was at the hands of the lovely woman who
wove me into the patterns I still hold today.

I am a lucky blanket.

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