This self-cuddling blanket has got to be the best thing this hotel has got. Sophia thought, pushing herself further into the so-called blanket. A satisfied moan drawled out of her lips as the self-cuddling blanket wrapped itself tighter around her waist, pulling her into its delightful warmth. It was as solid as it was soft, firm and assuring against the cold, against the snow.
Sophia could hear the wind howling against the shut windows , an unwanted noise penetrating into her sweet dream.
"Dad!" It howled.
"Dad!" It howled again.
Sophia wanted to drown out its howl so she turned her face away and buried into the chest of the blanket which welcomed her with a growl of its own, a deep content guttural rumble until the wind grabbed her shoulders and shook it violently.
"Dad! Aunt So
