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I wonder what it would feel like to be a pillow. To be all soft and fluffy and squishy and just lie there all day. And at night, people would sleep on me and use me as a headrest. Or, if they have multiple pillows, treat me like a stuffed animal. And if someone were sad at night, I would be what they cried into, to muffle the noise. Maybe, at night, people would drool on me. and if I were a couch pillow, people might sit on me. I'm not sure I'd like that. But pillows were made to be squished, I suppose. That is the destiny of a pillow. So all day long I'd just sit there and keep silent and think and think and keep my thoughts to myself, the whole day, until at night or maybe in the middle of the day, who knows, when somebody comes, and then I'd serve to comfort them if they were sad, or help them relax if they were stressed, or let them toss me into a pillowfight if they were excited.

what. would it really feel like. to be a pillow?

.... now I feel like an odd child.

The good fairy has been to the house. She's not here anymore, but there are traces of her visit everywhere. A little packet in the fridge, with a note attached in big black scrawly handwriting: 小妞的早餐. Extra groceries, sitting by the door. A wonderful homecooked 年糕 on the counter. And she apparently thought better of staying and waiting for the late child to get home, and has instead left all the Chinese work here, for her to find and do later.

Huh. She has a cold, last I heard. Hope she gets better. ><








i don't like Pity. i despise Pity. i HATE Pity.

... Pity and Pride don't get along. how inconvenient.