When I was a child, beds had blankets. The amount of blankets always depended on the season. Growing up in England, a cold icy winter night would warrant two to three blankets with a large eiderdown placed on top. I still love a blanket but they tend to be the ones used as colourful throws over the settee or taken on a picnic. This picture I did last year "childhood imagination at bed time". A quick sketch done with "copic" pens.