I have flown to London to visit and while I’m there I brought my nap blanket for some reason. I lost my nap blanket, but I didn’t realize it until I’m on my way home. I’m taking a bus or shuttle to the airport, and the girl in front of me has my blanket. She’s sleeping under it.
Her name is Becca. I say “Hey, that’s my nap blanket”. She looks at me skeptically. I say “No really, did you find that in London?? And she nods, or she says yes, but she still doesn’t believe it’s mine.
So I tell her the whole story of my nap blanket. How I sewed it when I was in my twenties from a piece of fabric I found on a walk. How I repaired it with new flannel. how it’s been with me all these years and that it’s magical and that it’s definitely mine.
I think I persuade her to give it back to me. But as that happens we arrive at the airport. We stop inside this mall type thing for everybody to get coffee and get ready to return home. So I have to write her a note when we return to the bus. It’s a note saying thank you for giving me back my nap blanket and giving her my address.
When I get back to the bus I don’t see her but I’m talking to the driver. Trying to figure out how to get to my airport terminal and the directions are a little complicated. You have to cross a river, you have to go on Subramanian Drive and Mc- something Drive. We work it out. But I don’t know what happened to my nap blanket.