When I was small, I used to have a blankie. It was pink wool with a satin border and I carried it with me everywhere, just like Linus in Peanuts. At some point, my mother told me it had gone missing . . . hmm, I wonder where she hid it?
Our special possessions usually have interesting stories . . . why don't you tell the story of one of your favourite objects today? Try telling the story in the first person from the point of view of the object. How does a blankie talk, anyway?
In A Bedtime Yarn, Frankie's mother knits him a blanket that is full of stories. Here's a page for you to draw on.