Comfort Blanket We fall asleep in each other’s arms, bound tightly as a name to a familiar face. Why is it, then, when I wake, I lay teetering on the edge of bed like a prisoner on a cliff? VN:F [1.9.22_1171]please wait...Rating: 7.8/10 (20 votes cast)Comfort Blanket, 7.8 out of 10 based on 20 ratings Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window) Related