Claire Throw

Claire gleamed out, through the open window at the serenade of the night sky; a velvet black expanse illuminated by bright dots that shone to nature’s rhythm.

Cocooned in the charcoal and white cotton throw as her only protection to the gentle breeze that tousled her auburn hair into buoyant curls.

A comfort blanket; one gifted by her late grandmother, who joined the symphony of stars that Claire now wishes over. In this blanket, her soul rests peacefully and Claire sleeps in the same radiant warmth of the blanket - her grandmothers embrace. 

A lightweight throw, made of Turkish cotton, the more they’re washed, the softer they become.