A favorite best friend, perfect

A favorite best friend, perfect for me,

A lovely top and so soft underneath,

Might be too scorching to all those beneath

The sun, but night, he's a savior to me.

To leave my friend behind would surely

Kill me; he would be my protector each

And every night in the rough life of beach.

To live without, results with cruel and surly.

But, however, my best friend would remain

Wrapped tight around me, for I can never

Forget him, leave him for an endeavor;

Inanimate he is, but never plain.

He will not be what he seems to you,

He's a blanket, lovely black and soft blue.

This poem is about: 
Me

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