This is the love story of my pillow and I.
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If on this stilly Friday night
Who-I-want-to-be-with-me would be with me,
I would carry her to the bathroom and lay her in the tub
And after she undresses I would help her take a bath:
I would soap her back and scrub it with a mighty brush
And I would clean her between the toes and behind the ears
And then I would wrap her in a towel and sit cross-legged on the floor
And wait for her to dry.
Then I would carry her to the bed and lay her on her back, gently
And I would place my head on her bosom and listen to her heart beat
And try to adjust my heart so that it beats at the same time with with hers
Because this is the trick to make her love you
And before long she would fall asleep.
I would stay up all night to count her breaths
And in the morning when her first eyelash awakes I would whisper
16,668!
And she would ask what’s that
And I would say that I counted her breaths and that there were many.
She would scratch her head and say:
You’re peculiar!
Not someone whose body to rub on mine, but someone whose breaths to count
That’s what I want on this stilly Friday night
But since all inky-haired women are sweetly mean
And since all inky-haired girls are taken
And since all hatted women are busy
I shall presently hug my pillow, and weep,
For my pillow doesn’t breathe, and I cannot her breaths
Count.
Quite so!
boy with a hat 
Cute and sweet
Don’t fall into the water (if you can’t swim)!
Sometimes you have to learn how to swim along the way
“Because this is the trick to make her love you”…wow. This is very philosophical despite it’s corporeal reference…
I actually believe that. If you stop two lovers on the street and listen to their hearts, you will discover that they beat at exactly the same time.
16,668! Hatted Boy…you are such an interesting and entertaining writer. 🙂
Aww… 🙂
Aawww…!
Melancholically sad, angelically sweet.
(and poetically inky)
Now what was that rumour I’ve heard about PJ pants with the little prince…
Oh boy, oh boy with a hat…
Oh, exquisite!
*Hug.*
Brilliant. Your work has such a delightful balance of lyrical and quotidian.
I tip my hat!
Intensely touching, very deep and yet almost delicate.
Not unlike your paintings. 🙂
this is my favorite one yet…..i think….
Are you serious? I wrote this in 5 minutes. 😦
It’s beautiful. Why would you frown?
Rich, raw and emtional.
🙂
In a world closer than you think is the one wishing for someone like you to count her breaths, and one day your pillow will say:”How come you do not hug me anymore?”
Beautiful writing
Poor pillow…
That’s life…
Very original use of a pillow. I always love the art work.
My amorous pillow gets used in many original ways… Don’t tell anyone though!
Sweetly sorrowful.
My, but you are a peculiar one. My advice would be never to lose that! It makes you unique. It makes you who you are.
I’ve lost my words! Its so beautiful!! 🙂
Very nice, the number seemed highly inaccurate though ,
in state of sleep breaths are very slow ,
a single breath can take up to 7 seconds
with 7 hours sleep you get around 4000 breaths , to be believable and seem random
you can use a prime number like 4261
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4261!
25566!
And she would ask what’s that
And I would say that
I counted the times you breathed 4261, I didn’t realize I am breathing
I counted the times your heart beated 25566 and I didn’t notice my heart was beating
She would scratch her head and say:
You’re peculiar!
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what do you think?
Haha! Awesome! Didn’t think about that. Thank you! Will update it soon.