Thirty pounds of lush
plush sedate my body. Heat
waves across my skin.
How does it work?
a weighted blanket? I would throw it off. Congratulations on your win! Well done.
Congratulations!
Congrats, Jada! Not sure why I didn't comment the first time I read this. 'sedate my body' was such a relatable feeling for the moment.
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
I love how you were able to make an internal rhyme feel so natural in such a short piece. Congratulations!
That blanket looks so comfy! Congrats!! 🎉
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Comments (6)
a weighted blanket? I would throw it off. Congratulations on your win! Well done.
Congratulations!
Congrats, Jada! Not sure why I didn't comment the first time I read this. 'sedate my body' was such a relatable feeling for the moment.
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
I love how you were able to make an internal rhyme feel so natural in such a short piece. Congratulations!
That blanket looks so comfy! Congrats!! 🎉