They Are Coming, Wrap Yourself In The Quilt

Quick now, wrap yourself in this quilt, they may not see you. It’s your mother’s quilt yes, the seams are torn and it smells like dust, but you must escape. Trust me, I know your mother intimately. Do you hear their steps on the drive? Someday yes, this may be over and maybe we will all return to how you remember it, but now is not the time to trace the patterns of your mother’s needlework. No, you may not get the sewing kit! Come back here! Please, get in the quilt, we must hide you. They are coming now.