Imagine my horror to find that my pillows have been inferiorly replaced. Fine, perhaps no one else can truly fathom how I felt. But returning home to a different set of pillows wasn't exactly my idea of a "welcome home" surprise.
I only had two pillows all along, so why is there a third? There they were... the damn, limp impostors, filling in my pillow cases. I panicked and touched to feel for "pohnk"...
"He'd better be here," I whispered to myself.
A sigh of relief escaped from my lips the moment my hand came into contact with my favourite bouncy pillow. I pulled him away from the other two which did not belong and gave him a real tight squeeze. I couldn't help but feel comforted by his fluffiness that felt "just right".
Gee I'm suddenly noticing the similarity with little Goldilocks here, heh.
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As strange as it may sound, a pillow to me, is something personal...
And to me, "pohnk" is my sidekick...
Keeping me company in my dreams...
And did I mention that I hate it when others change/replace/dispose my belongings without my permission?
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