My little brown cushion wraps the quilt around, cosily tucking itself in. As it rests its back on the pillow it begins to write the day's entry into its personal diary. The entry for the day goes like, "I am tossed, turned, straightened, pulled, thrown around, get in between pillow fights, stomped, squeezed, but at the end of the day, every night, I land in the warm hands of a lonely girl. As she hugs me tight and misses her dad, I comfort her and put her to sleep...Its worth all the love"
Love
Poori
5 comments:
Fantastic analogy!!
pretty neat idea poornima
must say, you're so a morning person :)
and i still want dosa and chutney!
morning?...so not! today i missed class cos i couldnt get out of bed. its jus that at some time of the day i eventually make my bed and it excites me to blog them. and dosa chutney will be laid once i clear my table off the assignments!
mmmm... so u r not alone there... :)
awwwwwww :(
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