dont leave me

2 long but little things

that my parents wish to throw out of the window with every golden opportunity they can find, at its ridiculousness of it still being around after all this time.

2 slender, cylinder-shaped objects,

stained with yellow spots,

that i spend every night with since the day i was born.

these were my 2 pillows that i was gifted with by my neighbour, who was also my nanny, took good care of me while my parents were off at work.

they have been my ride or die, having never once slept without it in my entire life.

my school overseas trip, brought it.

my holiday vacation, brought it.

my first sleepover with my friends, brought it.

it has the most comforting, most huggable, most relaxing smell to it. it also acts like anesthetic that relaxes the body and puts it to sleep.

calling it special is an understatement, it is the only item i will grab and run out of a burning building.

worn out, with dots on it, but i cover and hide its age with a simple mickey-mouse pillowcase i change monthly,

the nanny that made this for me, is a guardian angel sent from heaven, creating this holy object that allows me to sleep calmly every night.

they mean,

the world to me.