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The sleeping boy woke up and felt a strong urge to wrap himself in his beloved blanket. Rolling over, he pulled the backpack over his shoulders, opened it, and took out his blanket. It was drier than he was, and he wrapped it gently around himself.
A wonderful wave of comfort flowed through his body.
He crouched in the meadow and hugged the blanket, imagining that he could feel Grampy’s arms around him. The blanket had been on many adventures with Leon—to Grampy’s workshop and boat, to the beach, or just lying spread out underneath Leon as he lost himself in either a game or a book.
Pinkerton, as he liked to call the blanket, had been listening to Leon’s heart from the very day he was born. Its main purpose was to give him warmth, safety, and a sense of comfort through all kinds of adventures.
