i used to have this pillow.
i have had it as early as i can remember.
my mom tried so many times to replace it,
but i would still know the difference.
it had a unique texture,
a distinct smell,
that of my sweat, drool,
and all of my bodily fluids.
once i was asked,
if it was the end of the world
and there was only one thing i could save
i answered, instantaneously:
"my pillow".
but it was more than just a stinky old bag of cotton.
it has been
my security blanket,
my punching bag,
my cushion to cry on;
my pretend lover,
my cuddling buddy,
my staunchest confidante,
my friend.
i miss that damn pillow.
3 comments:
Hahaha. That's cute.
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why, thanks fickle!
your user name is cute too
^^
my secret lover. i used to imagine a big curve on my pillow as my crushes' butt.
ah, childhood and romance. =)
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