The blanket had been a gift from an old boyfriend, and she still loved it...but she underestimated how much warmer even a light dusting of fur made her. Invariably she would wake up with it kicked down around her waist or legs, as she subconsciously kept her temperature regulated while she slept. It almost wasn't worth getting tangled up in it...she thought about just sleeping nude. But...that felt like abandoning some small piece of her humanity, to embrace the way an animal would sleep...