#37: Pillows

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Another request from Midnight-Drawing77 I had fun writing this, enjoy! =D


Pillows fuzzy, pillows soft,

I lay down, they're thrown aloft,

A tiring day, my brain feels dead,

I flop amongst pillows on my bed.


They cradle me, their fluffy embrace,

I sigh, go limp, and bury my face,

Sleep is calling, my eyelids droop,

I find myself dancing with the pillow group.


I wake at dawn, pillows everywhere,

I rub my eyes and brush my hair,

I tidy up the pillows on the bed,

About to leave, but choose pillows instead.

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