Everyone has a a billowing pillow that's larger than their troubles sitting at the bottom of their cliff.
It's comforting, it's warm, and suffocating as you land on such sweet bliss.
The pillow envelops you, compacting you in a small, tight cocoon.
The pressure forces you to to gulp in air and squeeze your eyes shut tight.
"Everything will be fine," they whisper. "No need to fright."
And suddenly, as you're wrapped up in a pillow, everything seems to be all right.
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC
Everyone has a a billowing pillow that's larger than their troubles sitting at the bottom of their cliff.
It's comforting, it's warm, and suffocating as you land on such sweet bliss.
The pillow envelops you, compacting you in a small, tight cocoon.
The pressure forces you to to gulp in air and squeeze your eyes shut tight.
"Everything will be fine," they whisper. "No need to fright."
And suddenly, as you're wrapped up in a pillow, everything seems to be all right.
Thanks for being my pillow, Addison.
