my pillow

object writing exercise from 27 july 2006, 2:36 pm

The guardian of my most intimate thoughts. Protector of my dreams. Keeper of the darkest secrets. The familiar scent of myself reaches to the deepest parts of me and many times I miss the experience as day after day and night after night I settle into the squishy softness of my pillow. On those 3000 degree Texas summer days it is cooled to the perfect temperature at first kiss to my cheek. It is my welcomed friend and confidant with its gleaming white pillow case hiding its scars. So many tears have come to find rest in its cotton-like polyfil. Many a migraine has met its defeat at the gentle caress. And yes embarrassing as it is to admit I've awakened on many a morning to the cold, wet dew that had once been a part of my mouth. Yes the pillow itself holds all these things. My hopes, my fears, my dreams... all of me!