The Pillow.

A pillow holds more than just stories.
 I was such a weird kid back then that I used to play muder investigational games and used to play the role of a cop or a spy. My pillow was my victim, murderer, Partner, boss, etc. 
And because I was a spoiled brat, whenever my parents fired me, I would go back to the pillow and start wiping my tears on it. 
My pillow is still the only thing which I hug while sleeping. 
 “Dude”, my pillow- (yes it has a name) has seen me acting, crying, dancing,  singing and laughing my heart out. 
No other pillow can comfort me except Dude, my homie.

                                                      -Shriya. 

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