The pillow is a desk. It gets piled with your daily worries that wrinkles your skin.

The pillow is an album. Memories replay when you have your head plugged in it leaving a sweetness on your face.

The pillow is a tissue. It soaks your tears when there's an awful tightness in your chest.
It soaks your mucus too.

The pillow is a sponge. It absorbs the nightly scent of your unwounded hair.
Not to forget, the smell of your saliva too.

The pillow is a doll. It can resemble your crush/sweetheart and fulfil your hugger fantasies. It is a hope that he/she appears in your dreams too.

For me, the pillow is a deaf and blind friend that supports me when I need it. Low maintenance too.

I don't mind the world seeing me be with my pillow.