I should be getting my new layout sometime soon. But it's midterms week, and for some reason it's also social suzy season. As in I'm hanging out with all these different people, got all of these different plans, and I'm not sure when I'm going to get my studying done.

But anyway. I've decided to write about my love for pillows...

Ode to My Pillow

I try to get up
When I hear that alarm
But how can I leave you,
So snuggly and warm?

I look back at the bed
It looks so inviting
The feeling's so strong
It's just not worth fighting!

So I hop right back in
And snuggle in deep
My eyes close in delight,
I'm already asleep.

Oh yeah, I've got skills. Composed that just now, I did. Took a whole minute, too! HAHAHAA... ahem. Anyway, I love pillows. I love how comfy they are, I love how whenever I'm sad I can hug one and feel better. I love how whenever I'm happy I can hug one and my joy increases. If I'm embarassed, I can hide behind one. If I'm shy, I can snuggle my face into one...

I don't carry a pillow around with me everywhere I go, but if I did I bet I'd be happy all the time.

Oh, and that poem is also kind of true. I always wake up when I hear the alarm, look back at the bed and see how soft and warm and inviting it looks, and then I just have to get that last five minutes of sleep. Which usually turns to thirty or so, and then my mother's suddenly screaming at me to wake up.

And of course, then I'm all sad and whatnot because I have to leave my pillows behind... Ah, well. Such is life.

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