Burn to Shine

Don't light a match in my bedroom in the morning. I might explode.
I have a homemade blanket that is big and heavy and comfy and warm. My Mom made this blanket out of ordinary yarn. Yet, when I tucked myself in last night, the static electricity contained within the blanket was so abundant that I could see sharp silver flashes as it moved and crackled. I wondered where all of this energy had come from. I imagine now that while I sleep, my blanket steals my body's electrons slowly, one by one, as night turns into day. By dawn, this theft is so complete that when I first begin to wake, I am composed entirely of hydrogen. I regain my heavier elements gradually, just as I lost them. But, I think I should stay away from open flame.