I have been working on this blanket for the past year.
It sits on a wooden box in my room and taunts me, "Put me over your lap and pick up the needle!"
Meanwhile, ever so slightly peeking from behind my headboard is a sketch, waiting to be painted.
"Sit down with me and bring the watercolors", says the painting.
Then, on a desk in another room sits a tax form, and it snickers, "You know your spending the weekend with me!"