Your Pillow. Your Pillow.

What if it could talk? What would it say to you?
And how about you. If you had one word for it, what would it be?

Every single moment of day or night, it’s there, patiently waiting for you, never knowing what mood you’re bringing to it.

It will ask, ” What kind of day has it been?”, watching your frame of mind by how you handle it.

It won’t and never will complain, but it’s ready to gracefully absorb whatever you bring to it.

If it has been a good day, it will be there for your cuddles, holding and exhaling into it, glad to be there for you.

When it has been a bad day and you’re in a foul mood, it’ll still be there, silently waiting for whatever reaction you bring to it, but available for you until you calm down.

Your pillow is your shoulder to cry on. Every single drool stain it absorbs stays as evidence of the last bad moment you brought to it.
Other times your pillow stands in silence, absorbing your punches while listening to whatever complaints of that someone somewhere that made you angry, never asking why it’s the one to take the beating as revenge for whatever mishap happened earlier on, or somewhere else.

When you sleep with your mouth open, your pillow is there to soak up the leak, eventually drying up and giving you a chance to enjoy it again next time around.

Your pillow knows your smell because whatever perfume you bring to it, it keeps part of it as an identity, whispering, we belong together.

It warms up your face for comfort, but always keeps a cooler side for when you need freshness.

Lying awake in the wee hours of a sleepless night, it will be there, hugging you, listening to your silent breaths, only wondering what you’re thinking about, and hoping it’s comfortable enough for you to fall back into a deep comfortable sleep.

Your pillow never complains when you shout your frustrations into its ears. But instead, it will be flexible, letting you slam it, fold it, or twist it in whatever way you want until you calm down, or until you turn it around so it becomes your best friend again.

It’s a silent listener, never abandoning, nor betraying you whenever and however you pour your heart into it.

When you laugh your pillow laughs with you, glad to share your light moments.
It watches you smiling into your soul, slowly inhaling and exhaling your beautiful thoughts, holding your head in comfort while you re-live those beautiful moments.

Your pillow gives you support and comfort. It’s a source of relaxation.

It’s a secret bearer. Because how many times has it watched what you’re doing, heard what you’re saying, listened deep into what you’re thinking, wondered why you’re cursing, asked why you’re restless, and enjoyed seeing your secret unshared smiles?

So, if your pillow were to say anything about you. What would it say?
And if you had one word for it, what would it be?