My maroon and white quilt has been very loyal to me and this post is a dedication to my quilt.

Under my quilt, I have a world of my own. A one so private, it is known to none but me. It shields me from the sunlight bleeding through the curtains and chilly winters alike. Under my quilt, I have a world of my own. A solemn moons glows in the dark under my quilt, a constellation of stars arrange themselves around the moon, making my sky as customised as it can get. A beautiful sight it is, all for my eyes.

But the deafening silence I experience under my quilt, bears testimony to how little my world is under it.