Little Pillow

Daily writing prompt

Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?

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   My little pillow. Oh how I loved my little pillow. My little pillow was a baby pillow. It had two covers, a bright red one and a white with blue little drawings. I can’t recall what the drawings were, but the red cover was my favorite.  I used to drag the pillow around with me. It shows up in almost all my photos, lingering in the background. As I got older, I no longer carted my pillow around, it sat on my bed. When I watched TV, I would secretly sniff my little pillow as I watched my favorite shows. It had that special little pillow smell, you know? In my twenties, my mom used to ask to me “When are you gonna get rid of that nasty thing?!” Why would I do that, I thought. ”Never!” was my response. My pillow is not harming me or anyone. ”Aren’t you embarrassed if your friends see it?” No. Why would I be?! Needless to say I still have my pillow, it’s not on my bed though. It got old and became delicate over time. I have it stored away in a plastic bag in my closet. It needs repair and I do not trust anyone to repair it. So it sits stored safely in my closet until I have the time to repair it and finally restore it to its rightful place, on my bed, next to me.