Death of A Pillow
Today was a very sad day for me. Funny in a tragic way.For the past 12 years, many thinga have changed in my room, the cupboards, the curtains, the books, the carpets, even the room itself. But one things has not and it was my dear pillow, which I called El-Amein, haha dont ask me why find out the meaning of it yourself, but no its not anything sissy or gay or wateva.
El-Amien was my trusty companion even though I have shifted 3 times in those ten years, and one night awy from Hari Raya the worse thing happened.
The mosquitoes in my room recently have come back with renewed force and attackig with more vigour, must be in a Hari Raya mood as well, but anyways I deceided enough was enough, and I went to go the mosquito coils at 1130 cos I was sick of the mosquitoes. I put the lighted coil near my feet where I knew the mosquitoes often were, and watchd TV, played on my xbox, u know the normal stuff.
Soon of course it was time to sleep and I took El-Amien and put him near my feet. Funny cos I usualy put him near my head but as fate would have it, I put em near my feet yesterdae night, and went to sleep.
I was awoken at 5am, and it was time to eat my morning breakfast. Something was swrong when I woke up, and the aire seemed really smoky, though it was the haze, only when I pulled a deep breath then I realised that soemthign was burning in the room, and I was hoping beyond hope that it wouldnt be el-amien, I mean at this time it was dark and I was darn sleepy, so didnt know much. Then I looked at my dear pillow, and thre were parts of it gloewing brightly, obviously burnt. at this point, I though maybe it was just the pillow cover.
But upon closer inspection a significant part of el-amien was charred, about 1/3 gone and dead and I sighed, cos it was a lost cause. dont get me wrong, Im not a weirdo or anything who cant part with a pillow, but its not realli about the pillow, but just something which has seen you through the years. U noe dats why ppl are reluctant to get risd of old things, its cos of the memories they hold, and not realli cos of what they are by themselves. Isnt that why we keep our trophies, they remind you of hwat you achived, a trophy itself without the memories to go with it is worthless, dats why nobody ever goes around buying trophies, they go out there and earn the. Oh well, Uni, I know you're secretly smiling, but I know you are sad too for me. haha.
The funny thing was of how I slept with the pillow between my leges even as it was slowly burning. Crap man, I have got to do something about this heavy sleeping. My mom was laughing her ass off at me. Actually its quite funny when I think of it, judging by the rxn of the girls when they heard it, i think they will be rolling on the floor if they actually saw it live.
10 years man, and that was when I realised it existed, for all i know it could have actually been around longer than dat. well least 10 years as el-amein.
Now that I dont have it, seems funny to sleep with two soft pillows. But ok lar, life goes on, at the end of the day its still JUST a pillow. The memories will always be in my head.
10 years.
3 houses.
4 schools.
Dat is El-amein.
Out.
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