Dear Pillow,
I cannot remember your laugh, the pictures you send, refusing to get a snapchat damn you, are enough to remember the feel of your face when i ran my fingers through your hair. But your voice is on repeat through my mind, when you sing, when your happy to see me and when your pissed at me and worried about me, all of your voices playing on constant overlapping repeat in my mind. But the laugh that caught me from the first moment, your sirens call to my lost soul eludes me. Can I not have that one token as moment locked in my eternity? Am I not allowed to have you because I'm good for you?
Sincerely Sleeper
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