I’m having a love affair with my pillow.
No matter how many times it doubles in size—
soaked with the weight of my problems—
or I smear all my makeup from another long day,
or I scrunch and I squish it this way and that,
it loves me back.
Every night, it cradles my face,
and for hours while I dream—
helpless and defenseless—
I’m gently caressed through the dark and the night,
it loves me despite who I am.
Maybe it’s having a love affair with me.
A Love Affair
Elizabeth Herrera ’15
Conversations like heart monitor beepsTheir shapes form the shapeOf highs and lowsOh highs and lows Jill McFarland2015
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