The pink blanket warms me up at night but while

I’m asleep there is a fight,
a fight between the warmth and the cold,

although I cannot
see what is going on but I know,

my blanket has already won.
The hearts on my blanket represent kindness,

but when the lights are out and I'm with
my blanket I know there is

still brightness.
When I grab my blanket,

it’s light like a feather, and warm like a furry dog.