My Pillow

Without sounding like an introvert, I wrote about the companion-like values my pillow possesses. Its always around you, yet does not hinder your bought process. It sits quietly in that little enclosed space on your bed and never minds that brutal abuse when we lean our sweaty, and fatigued bodies at night before wandering off into that other dimension. 

It is my best friend, a companion, a shoulder to cry on, an appreciative alter ego, a great listener and literally a supportive ally!

I can turn to my pillow whenever I wish to and keep blabbering about anything and everything, yet, it will always lends me an ear and never contradicts me. It provides me with great comfort so I can keep going on and on about my petty issues or the anecdote of the day. If I feel bored talking to the same side, I always have the option to flip it over and still keep yakking! It never tattles on me and never complains about however rude or inappropriate my language is! It never lets out any secret or spread gossip, and like a true friend, will be besides me or behind me no matter where it wants to go. It comprehends all my dynamic emotions, futile worries and my exaggerated pains.

My companionship with my pillow started at the age of 5 years when my parents imposed it on me to sleep alone in my room. Being an alone child in his room at night was purely creepy and nerve chilling. But, my pillow helped me make it through the night and since then, we are inseparable!

Whenever I am enraged, I can always turn to my pillow and fight with it all I want without ever expecting a punch back or the risk of hurting myself. It would never ask for a reason or an explanation as to why I am being so aggressive and violent. I can vent out all my frustration on my pillow and it will still be right there in the same form, back in its shape. It remains calm and at peace no matter how furious I maybe and will let me disfigure it anyhow. 

My pillow will always be ready to be squished or brutally squeezed when I am in the middle of the climax of the horror film or when the suspense gets gripping! In the end, it will undoubtedly pop back into its original outline even if I may not be able to get back into my natural form! Furthermore, it tolerates my humungous body leaning on it and bares  with with my terribly monotonous singing! However scarred it maybe, it will always be loyal to me! It is prepared to draw in my tears, absorb all my shouts and screeches and not utter a word in return! Moreover, it never whines about how it is dressed or fuss over what color its made to wear! It blends in perfectly into the decor of my room and always sits soothingly filling up my bed. 

Though it may seem shy at first, but the more you interact and share with it, the more tender it appears. It knows my deepest, darkest and funniest secrets and always remains devoted to me. It accommodates to my brat like behavior, does not pay any heed to my mindless bragging or my childlike irrational behavior. 

Be it the scorching summer or the glacial winters, I can always snuggle into bed with my pillow and take a siesta like an infant! It never lets me leave the sanctity of my bed in the morning and always longs for prolonged durations of quality time with me.

Once on my trip to Mumbai, I insisted to carry my pillow with me but, it was difficult to fit in and the suitcase zipped tightly. Unfortunately, when the luggage arrived, we were startled to see my suitcase ripped apart as it been over stuffed because of my pillow and the clothes were flooding out of it! Seeing this messy situation, I was reprimanded for my immature command to carry my pillow!

I feel deeply bonded with my pillow and never forget to carry I anywhere. We both make it through the hardest of times without letting others know or be aware of our problems. Thus, I felt like sharing the special bond between my pillow and I!