A "fuzzy" blanket
My most precious childhood possession I could say, would be my soft silk blanket. I would always refer to this as a “fuzzy” blanket, despite its non-fuzzy texture. I created its name from an age where I didn’t know how to use certain adjectives and just associated the word “fuzzy” with a good feeling. In reality, this blanket just has a really soft texture. Yet, to this day, I still call it a “fuzzy blanket.” It is one of my most prized possessions to this day. Not only do I generally like the blanket, but I have grown a dependency on it. I can’t sleep without it. (This statement is not a joke. I sincerely went three days without sleeping because of this phenomenon, and then I passed out.) It’s weird how I can’t seem to fall asleep without it. I generally like my fuzzy blankets, but I never knew that over an extended period, I developed a strong dependency on them. Generally, one “fuzzy blanket” la...