That Fluff Called "Pillow"

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Contest for thevividimaginator

Enjoy cuties!

Not again! Seriously!? I hate when this happens! Is this an annual thing or something? Sorry, but this routine that you do every night is getting old!

First you leave me on the edge of the bed all day long, along with my friends, then you rudely rip my clothes off every so often. Now I'm being thrown on the floor so you can strip my friends as well? Even the plump bulky dude stuck on the platform is being abused, and stripped nude. All because of them!

What did we do to you?

It's not my fault your smell attracts my clothes. It's not my fault you flatten me out, and have to fluff me every so often. And it's certainly not my fault that you don't know how to clean yourself better!

I'm only doing what you ask; providing support and comfort to you, and what do you do? Treat me like nothing!

I'm the reason you sleep so soundly! I'm the reason your hair is a mess in the morning, yes that's true. But if I do recall correctly you're the one moving so much! Just stay still, and maybe you won't have to complain you have bed head!

I wait all day for you to notice me. I patiently wait for you to crawl next to me and lay yourself down on my irresistible softness, to then just get beaten senseless and wiped from my protection?

I must look like a white cloud right now, all bare and pale. Gosh, this is embarrassing!

I guess the fellows down at the rack warned me about this. Told me how ruthless these creatures are. Of course I didn't listen, and even if I did it was too late. I was pulled out of my rack soon after. Then I was placed on a moving walkway, to then be tased, shoved in an enclosed box, and now I'm stuck here at the same spot doing the same thing every waking moment; being laid on.

But hey, who said the life of a pillow is easy?

If you assume it is, you better think twice.

Our job is to be the best comforter possible, and if we don't succeed, well, let's just say I know a thing or two about the garbage can.

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