after a long day I often find myself resting my head upon a fluffy cushion of feathers where I recollect my thoughts and anticipate for tomorrow the silky layer of cotton relaxes and puts me at ease so delicately like dust particles floating through the air I can smell the trace of my own unique scent when snuggling closely besides it before closing my eyes and leaving reality for a while itβs amazing how the simplicity of laying my head down on the soft mass of cotton can soothe my bones and make my blood rush calmly through my body the thought of writing about it makes me long for the feeling of nestling in the warmth so I could close my eyes and fall soundly asleep
This poem's assignment was to really focus on observational details, and obviously, I picked a pillow for this poem's subject :-)