“I should be sleeping by now, it is already ten o’clock in the night but I find no joy in consulting with my heart. Why? You may ask, but a new discovery just dawned on me and I just had to rise up and speak.” Laments the she pillow.

She-pillows know the sorrows of the heads that lay every night on them, they know just too well the hours of sleepless nights that she lays acting dead asleep while in reality her eyes stay wide open as she meditates loud enough for the She-pillow to hear. The He-pillow thinks, “Tomorrow, I’ll bring in another reel of thread.” Gloating but never daring to ask why the She-pillow is so drenched with tears while he drifts to dreamland almost ignoring the sight across the ridge.

A matter was raised by the She-pillow wanting to know what the He-pillow felt about her calling, breakthroughs, dreams and desires. She had dreams that she hid not, her purpose and her destiny just too well declared to him but she dared not place them before his. She held high the thoughts of his success, all she wanted was to see him excel, get to the top and beyond; even if it meant going through the sun and coming out the other side more solid than diamond. She believed in him even when she didn’t know what exactly to believe. Her whole pillow world revolved around him and nothing else. She wouldn’t allow herself to place her own fabric needs before his. It was an honorable thing to do. He just had to come first in her life!

She-pillow expressed her thoughts and passions in more than a million ways. Whenever she basked among the other She-pillows, she prided herself in his greatness. “He has strong fabric and the embroidery as good as new, my He-pillow is one in a trillion!” This was her song. Every other She-pillow prided too in their other halves as they wanted to believe.

But a time came when this particular She-pillow posed the most noxious question. One that was going to render her completely soaked in tears which only her heart could shed. She asked expectantly, “What, my love, do you think about my desired destiny now that you know my dreams?”

“I don’t.”  He-pillow replied, not really caring to select the words flowing from his mouth. She-pillow absorbed the shockwave wanting to believe that the words were a mere mock.