Pillow Talk

Once upon a time in a land not too far away (actually it happened right here and now) (well, actually not right here and now, it was the day before yesterday) there lived a man who had a pillow. It was not your average pillow and I suspect not your average man. I guess the word 'average' is not very descriptive or accurate. We all know men are not average. Well, at least not seen in their own pretty blue eyes.

Apparently this man was secure enough in his manhood that he could have a pillow - like this one. It was a red satin heart shaped pillow filled with those tiny little beads that you hope never come out of that cute little red satin pillow and make messes all over the house. They cling and stick to anything and everything like chocolate to the tongue and they multiply like wild rabbits. So that describes the pillow. Describing the man is much more difficult.

The little red satin heart shaped pillow accompanied the man to bed every night and traveled around the country and back again. Once it was left at an in-laws house and it had to be overnighted back to him. Another time it was left unoticed for days at a friends house and the man searched relentlessly for the much loved item. Another time, another trip it was left in the trunk of the car overnight. Once it was left out in the rain and the dog used it for a cushion or perhaps a fire hydrant?

The little red satin heart shaped pillow began to show its age. Repairs were made on the soft squishy pillow. White thread sewing up a small tear near the curve. Grey duct tape covering the large chunk missing from the dog episode. The red satin sheen long gone and the cloth was wearing thin in certain spots.

The dutiful wife suggested another, nicer, better smelling pillow as a replacement. But the man would never even consider relinquishing his little red satin heart shaped pillow. He hugged it closer when these comments were made. It seemed he and the little pillow were mates.

Sadly, just two days ago the little red satin heart shaped pillow was left at a motel along the interstate. It's return is not likely. So the man must go on without the little red satin heart shaped pillow that has been by his side for all these years. He must tuffen up and face the consequences of the little lost pillow.

And the dutiful wife will search out a new pillow similar to the old one - looking and smelling much better and present it to the man. And they will live happily ever after in a land where pillows give a man character and obsessions.