I think there's someone in my pillow,
Aiding me like a willow.
Shedding away the stream of my tears,
Absorbing them in its deep heart.
Those empathetic gestures, makes my demons depart.
That nonhuman preaches me that humanity is God's art.
The midnight little secret rendezvous,
Listening to my in-sleep obscure confessions.
Ushering me to my dreamland, my escapeland.
Showering me with warm midnight hugs and soft forehead kisses.
Escorting me to the reality
Fortifying me to keep true to my promises to myself.
Every night it shares my smiles, tears and sorrows,
I'm grateful to it with all of my past, present and tomorrows.