The state of calmness that washes over you. I dont know why, but when i think calm, i think of a large undisturbed pond with water dripping from a leaf into the pond.
Just feel so at peace, time stops, everything is falling in place, all is right with the world. but thats sort of ironic, isnt it? i mean the drop of water just KILLED the whole undisturbed stillness the pond had going on there. The mind works in strange ways.
anyway, was talking to sara earlier (and yes i do love her once again ohoho), and at some point towards the end of the conversation, we were talking about pillows.
Do you have a favourite pillow?
the one you had since God knows when that you love so much sleeping is not the same without it? (well okay, so maybe it really isnt so dramatic but it sounds cool like that)
The sense of familiarity. I had my pillow since i was in primary school and never parted with it ever since. Even though mom bought the new feather pillows for the new house i kicked that aside. Its supposedly better than cotton pillows and good for the head or something but I LOVE MAH PILLY! ohohohohoho... Its like you took so long to break down that hardness and took time to rid of the smell of NEWNESS from the pillow that now when you lie on it, all you remember is home. home. and HOME...And i've went through so much with my pillow. *grins*
sara was saying she once had that kind of connection... but her mom threw her pillow away and that was that. WHAT A SAD TRAGIC STORY INDEED. mothers will be mothers. *shudders* xp (i made that sound like a bad thing)
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