Have you ever imagined what a pillow means to someone who has always slept on cold grounds with dangers lurking a step away. A ground that is so hollow and cold that somewhere you also either become accustomed to it or become as cold as it. If you are those compromising types it is still okay as you can easily camouflage in a situation and live in pretension. But if you become cold and stoned, then agreed you live a pretentious life but a warm core always yeans of a pillow.
Now as time passes the latter type adjust but hope against hope. If you are one of those who finally get that pillow, and can feel the warmth flow, it becomes a lovely but scary situation. Because now if that pillow is taken away, your mask has already fallen and such people are not candles- Candles melt and then become solid again. No they are humans and fight for it. That becomes the objective.
The pillow is that comfort that one looked for and is not a luxury but a basic necessity.
Fighting(ly)
Urs
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