Didn't most of us believe, when we were kids blanket protected us not only from cold but everything. No one told us to believe in this, neither did the blanket pick up a sword and fight. It didn't put magical enchantments to become our constant savior. All it did was, it never moved away when we held on to it. We didn't curse it when we had nightmares; we didn't give it credit when we rode ponies. But somewhere we used to believe. Now I am not sure if as adults everyone trusts it to be their knight in shining armour. But one thing is for sure, with the passing time our magical blanket has morphed in to something or someone else. The blind hope we used to have has not vanished. It's alive within us in some form.
