Dear Pillow,
I am writing you
this letter when I think about you most, when I have to work. I’m sitting on my
porch with my lawn half mowed, tired and wanting to sleep. Just like a thirsty
dog crawls towards water, I crawl towards the time of day when I can put my
head down upon you. You are the goal of a hard day’s work. You are the pot at
the end of the rainbow. You don’t complain, you don’t have needs, you only
give, give give. It’s amazing! I use you everyday, but you don’t complain. You
are so perfect. You’re the perfect balance of softness, and you never get too
hot or too cold. Unlike people, you never leave. You never hurt me. You are
like clouds as seen from a high mountain or hill-Fluffy, soft, and beautiful.
Even as I write this, I day dream about laying on you and falling asleep. Until
11 PM, my love.
Sincerely,
Samurai Jack
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