I was always a teddy bear sort of girl. Loads of them, arrayed around the bed. Until... well, until I moved in with a man, in truth. not a thumbsucker but a nailbiter. I never had a blankie.
But this morning I had ten minutes to spare, and I'd stayed up later than I should've the night before. So I went upstairs and lay down on the bed. There was my manky hoodie, lumped in a pile on the unmade bed. I lay down and rested my head on it. It felt still warm from being worn earlier, though I'm sure it can't have been. Soft from a decade of wearing and washing. My god, it was the comfiest, most comforting thing, and I basically went to sleep for 10 minutes.
I didn't quite realise it before, but my hoodie is my blankie.