Under his watchful eye

That chest infection turned into a nasty case of bronchitis. After antibiotics, an inhaler, and a week to do nothing but sleep upright, I’m on the mend.

It was a lonely week without work colleagues, friends or family. Scott tried to come home at a reasonable time in the evenings to make tea and heat up soup.

Luckily I wasn’t completely alone.

The Edward Cullen blanket is the perfect weight and size to hang on the curtain rod to block out the afternoon sun, which means he spends more time protecting our eyes than warming our bodies.

I thank my sister’s coworker who acquired an extra Twilight-branded throw blanket and my sister who had the good sense to call dibs on it.

Even though I love Twilight, this doesn’t really go with our decor so we usually stash him under a large pillow or another blanket. But every once in awhile, you get that feeling you’re being watched.

There is something strangely comforting about it.

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