Dear Electric Blanket,

It's like you wrap your soft, blankey arms around me to hug me to sleep each night.

And then sometimes I get too hot, so I toss you aside.

But . . . I always come back. Because I get cold five seconds later. And then I need another warm hug.

It's a vicious cycle . . . of warmth, and sleep, then hot, then cold, then warm and sleepy again.

C.T.