this is my pillow.
we´re best friends for like 5 years now. i do assure it a warm place on my bed or sometimes my chair and it returns a reliable amount of comfort and body heat conservation. it´s as simple as a friendship can be.
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almost every morning, when i wake up, i find imprints of that pillow on my skin. mostly on my face, but also sometimes on parts of my body i never understood how they got there. whatever - you know, it´s a corduroy pillow, with that typical striped pattern on its surface, and according to that it transfers this structure onto me - just like a stamp. well, now it is less my intention to take this to its possible extremes, than rather concentrate on this kind of romantic, everyday normal relationship we share, without influencing the whole randomlike process too much. just trusting - reality will do its underrated art, like usual.
the first nights went less successful. only a few red stains could be found on my cheek, forehead and neck, without the distinct pattern i wanted to show. i realized that i had to use my experiences in "getting stamped more reliable", by having a really hard day.
so, it was friday when i struggled myself out of bed about 5 in the morning. after university, where i had to walk for hours without any understandable reasons, i started drinking in the afternoon - and continued, while having long and tiring controversies about principles of perception related to reality. art ain´t a pony yard, right? well, about half past 4 i wobbly navigated a toothbrush into my mouth, preparing for the ultimately human-pillow-fusion, which i was going to experince.
then, i went to sleep and...
...we melted into each other.
me and my pillow