This is so raw and beautifully melancholic. The way you’ve given life to inanimate objects—your pillow, your blanket—as silent companions in pain is deeply touching. They don’t speak, don’t judge, yet they hold space for emotions that often go unnoticed by the world.
It's was never recent, but we often tend to unsee some minor things, which always stand by our side, trying to make us happy, even if it doesn't have a life by its own...
That’s so true. The smallest, most constant things—things we barely notice—often offer the greatest comfort. A pillow that absorbs silent tears, a blanket that shields against the cold, even the quiet hum of a familiar room… They may not have life, yet they hold pieces of ours.
It would have turned like a music for them, which make them sleep each night....My snores are a nightly storm, loud and deep,
My pillow absorbs it all, with nary a tear.
Cuddling with the blanket each morning and hugging the pillow every night..... Doesn't that show appreciation for them indeed?
Absolutely! That’s a quiet but deep form of appreciation—wrapping yourself in their warmth, finding comfort in their presence, and letting them share your most vulnerable moments. Even without words, that daily embrace is a silent thank you to them.
Yeah, It does.
That’s the beauty of small comforts—they don’t change the world, but they make your world a little easier to bear. And sometimes, that’s more than enough.
No, now u tell me, what brings you comfort on a tough day?
For me, comfort comes in words—the kind that wrap around like a familiar embrace. A deep conversation, a passage from an old book, or even just letting thoughts spill out onto a blank page. It’s like finding clarity in the chaos.
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