The Flying Blanket

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When you work on the railroad, you are on-call. They could phone you at six in the morning and you'd be alerted that within a certain timeframe they'd want you at work. After being notified that he'd need to come in soon, my dad wanted to rest, but not fall asleep before he had to drive. 

    He pulled out the sleeper sofa, set the cushions off to the side, and folded my baby blanket up, laying it on top of the cushions. To make sure he didn't fall fast asleep, he laid back on the mattress and tucked his right foot beneath his left leg, thinking this position would keep him awake. It didn't. 

    A cool breeze and something soft landed across his shoulder, chin, and chest. He grabbed at the object and sat up. Holding it out to inspect it, he easily recognized my baby blanket. 

    Huffing, he stood up and started saying to my mother as he walked up the steps,     "You didn't have to throw it!" But he noticed that my mom and I were both sound asleep in our separate beds. My father walked back downstairs and went over the situation in his mind. Yes, he'd taken off the cushions. Yes, he'd folded up my blanket and set it on top of the cushions. So, how did it end up on him when no one was around? Had he grabbed it while dozing? No, it wasn't possible to reach it from the mattress. 

    Upon reflection, decades later, he considered that the spirit or whomever actually did him a favor because he hadn't overslept. If the blanket hadn't woke him, he'd most likely have been late and missed work.

    So, did these entities help him? Or what?

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