A Wise Blanket
The day was cold, though there was sun. The wind whipped.
The witch curled up, in her small chair in the midst of her small room set in a small cottage, with a blanket.
She stared out the window, and thought about venturing into the bright sunlight.
The blanket suggested otherwise.
She had a cup of tea instead, while curled up in her chair. She organised her thoughts. The world was bright both in and out.
The blanket was very wise.