Reflections on Life through poetry, essays and photos
When I can’t locate my pillow, my immediate reaction is to galvanize my efforts in investigatory action. I’m elated if I find it slipped behind my bed, and I immediately restore it to its place beneath my head.
But if I cannot find it and do not have something better, I have to improvise and use a wadded up old sweater!
When away from home, though, if I require a few
winks and have no sweater, any passing dog will do!
Excellent! Nothing like a warm fuzzy pillow.
And one that breathes!!!
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