House of Blankets and Worry
Blankets and worry were two different things.
Blankets were warm and fluffy.
Worry were cold and dark.
You looked at the pamphlet in your hand. You didn’t know how it’d gotten under your possession.
House of Blanket and Worry; where we change your woes to woahs.
You didn’t know what to expect of it, and then it also looked like what you had expected. Oh, the irony. It was a two-storey building, grey-bricked with a sign illuminated with neon-lights.
Figuring you’d try this out, you knocked on the big wooden door and then take a step back. If the doors open, you could explore the place. If not, it just wasn’t meant to be.
Your ears perked up as you heard the barely audible shuffling of foot behind the doors. A small crack, then a small stature looking at you through the small gap. The figure stared at you, eyeing you up and down. Then, the door closed before it opened again.
And it happened all so fast. Seconds ago, you were being scrutinized under the eye of someone behind the door, the next you were pulled into the house. The heavy door closing behind you with a loud bang.
The house was bright. Big chandeliers hung high on the ceiling. Two grand staircases, leading up to the second storey. It was bright and sunny. And a big contrast as compared to the exterior of the building.
You looked at the person that was holding your hand. She was tall, lanky and colourful. Her clothes were patterned like quilts. She was like the female version of Willy Wonka.
“Hi, stranger. Welcome to House of Blanket and Worry, where we change your woes to woahs! My name is Charlie, and I’ll be your guide for today!”
She pulled you to the room at the furthest corner.
“Take a seat, child.” She said, flicking on the lights. You nodded, sitting in one of the big arm-chairs. You surveyed the room. It was big, filled with cupboards and drawers.
She danced from one corner of the room, to the other corner, opening them. She looked at you every once in a while, and then mumbling “no” every time she pulled out a blanket.
It was a while before she exclaimed “YES!!” She pulled out a blanket, woven with thick yarn. It looked like something that would take weeks or maybe months to stitch it together. But it was a beautiful color, light baby blue mixed with teal.
She placed the blanket over your shoulder. And WOAH.
“Now tell me, what’s up?” She asked, taking a seat in the arm chair next to yours.
Maybe it was the ambience in the room, and the blanket that acts as the catalyst. Maybe it was the presence she had, and the look on her face. Or maybe it’s a stranger that made you feel like no one could judge you. But the moment the last word fell from her lips, you poured out every single worry you had.
You let your walls down. You let a stranger in.
She didn’t talk. Not a word. Just taking in your answers, occasionally nodding.
“I guess, that’s it.” You ended, you felt lighter, somehow more at ease. Maybe you had the answer all along. Maybe all you needed was a listening ear.
She smiled, then slowly getting up from her seat. You shrug the blanket off your shoulder, and then she stops you.
“This is yours. Everyone has their blanket. And this,” She pointed to the one draped over you, “is yours.”
You waved a goodbye at Charlie as you leave the house. Her smile unwavering as she kept waving until you were out of sight.
She closed the door. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small vial. Inside was a mixture of grey and green mist, swirling around. She stuck a label on it before keeping it away.
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