Blanket Rides

Since I am into tributes today, a tribute to my dad.

Darkness…I remember darkness, and the cold, smooth feel of the chills as they rippled down, down to the base of my spine.
Silence…I remember silence as I rounded each slippery corner, edgy lest the monster reach out and grasp me.
Exhilarated…I remember being exhilarated as I zoomed down the slanted staircase, crashing cozily into the blankets below.
Laughter…I remember my laughter as I asked to ride again and again. Blanket rides…I remember my father’s blanket rides filled with darkness, silence, and exhilaration glazed over with just the right amount of fearful anticipation of what may lay beyond every corner.