The Comforting Comforter

The comforter at rest

I don’t remember the date I received the fluffy green comforter. It was a long time ago. I was still living at home at the time. I recall it was part of a set – comforter, sheet, and pillowcase. At some point over the years, the sheet and pillowcase went their own ways. I don’t recall when or how it occurred. Maybe the pillowcase disappeared leaving the sheet and comforter behind. Or perhaps the sheet was lost, leaving the comforter and pillowcase only to wonder when or if it would return. In any case, the comforter is the only piece  that remains.

The comforter has been through a lot in its lifetime. It still wears the white paint spilled on it one Halloween when a friend and I were fashioning my costume. The black Spider-Man symbiote costume, the real one not the one later seen on the big screen. I think I pulled it off quite nicely, thanks to Under Armour and a girdle. I’d like to also state that was approximately ten years and X amount of pounds ago (you didn’t really think I was going to give that info, did you?).

Yes, that's really me (with Rupert the Frog).

Besides standing by for holiday preparations, the comforter happens to be one of the few things I still own from before Hurricane Katrina. It survived the storm with me, rode it out in the building where myself and my coworkers were required to stay. It came with me when we left and walked several miles to the port where we all resided on an empty paddle boat. As its name suggests, it was my comfort. Since then it has moved from place to place until we finally had another permanent home. The comforter found a new home as well, on our new king sized mattress with another set of sheets and pillowcases.

This Christmas I received a new blanket. It’s brown, furry, and king sized. I’ve decided to put the green reversible comforter to pasture. I’m not tossing it out, mind you. Just putting it into retirement.

It’s currently waiting to be cleaned and put away in the linen closet until it can be of use to someone else. Maybe my son will adopt it. Or it may find itself in a donation box to be sent to someone else to whom it can provide comfort.