Pastel Comforter-

When I was younger, I remember the feel of mom's blanket. It was a silky cream comforter. My sister and I would sit together in it like it was a nest, and we were fledglings. And I would draw my pastel pink stuffed dog close to my chest as I drifted off. But nowadays, I curl up in my pastel green jacket alone in my room, tapping key after key. She prances off somewhere or another in her pastel yellow shirt that she's had for who knows how long. But at the end of the day, I guess we still see the same sunset together, the vibrant oranges dancing across pastel pink clouds as the whole scene turns to dusk.