Figments of My Imagination

Blanket Hog

(A/N: Feeling angsty? So am I apparently)

There were a lot of little things that bugged A. Like how his wife, B, always hogged the blanket in the middle of the night, leaving A to wake up cold every morning.

Or how his kids would turn up Mickey Mouse Clubhouse as loud as they could as he tried to sleep.

Or how they left their toys out in the middle of the hall for him to step on.

The list continues.

So when A woke up cold yet again, he was annoyed. He would soon find warmth however when he rolled over and snuggled with B, soaking up the heat that radiated from her body.

But when he rolled over, he noticed that no warmth came from the other side of the bed as he predicted.

B was gone and the blanket was still on him.

It was also unusually silent. Where was the ear bursting Mickey Mouse theme song?

As A continued to fully wake up, he began to remember.

His wife and children had died a week earlier, in car crash on the way home from the store.

A shuffled out of bed and walked into the hall. He anticipated to step on a lego, a toy car, or a Barbie hair brush, but no pain came.

Oh yeah.

He told his kids he had to clean up all their stuff before they left. They'd put up such a fight and he had yelled at them, storming over and turning the tv off.

Why did he do that? Why had he been so angry?

The silence was sickening.

As A went throughout his day, he began noticing how he missed the little things that used to bug him.

He missed his B's shoes being left out.

He missed the clothes left out in his daughter's room.

He missed the sounds of his son, imitating cars and planes.

He missed his B's makeup taking up the entire counter.

The more he continued his day, the more he realized how much he missed. How much he took those things for granted.

Soon the day bled into night and as A crawled into his bed, he wished for nothing more than for B to hog the blanket.

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A woke up cold again.

After coming to, he sat straight up in his bed as tears filled his eyes.

He leaned forward desperately trying to hold off the tears when he noticed his blanket was gone.

A looked to his right and found a figure wrapped up in all of the covers.

He laid back down and put his arm around B, whether out of habit or to make sure she was real, he wasn't sure.

B rolled over too and opened her sleepy eyes.

"Did I hog the blanket again?" She asked.

A let out a sigh of relief. It was nightmare. B was still there.

"Yes but that's okay."

"Sorry," B giggled as she threw half of the blanket over her husband.

A settled in, reaching over an snuggling with his wife.

He smiled as he closed his eyes, the sound of Mickey Mouse's voice ringing in his ears.