Pillowrina is her name..
The blue one I call her
Last night, she whispered to me in an amusing voice...
'you will be fine, stop drenching my blue wear with salty water'
Always ready to give a hug
To soothe a broken heart
To listen to shattered dreams
To aid humans coordinate her thoughts...
If only they could talk
Ooh, of great stories they would tell
The countless times they bathed with tears
The many punctures fear left in them
The battles they fought...
with our warring emotions
Human tears, human fears,human failures
Young teen libidos they have calmed
Yet never spoken of
Value your pillow!
They deserve an award