The blanket was as hot as the scorching sun. Sand and dust stormed in her room while coughed herself to death. As her skin burnt to the bone, she was still cold. She tried to shove it away with all her strength. Scorpions bit her with a venomous bite, while she yelped for help. It was carefully sewn with oranges, blues and blacks. It was as loud as a plane taking off in her room. She could feel the wind on her skin going in all directions. Her bed chamber was shaking and rattling everywhere...  

THE DESERT BLANKET