Pillow Love
I love it when I arrive at a fancy hotel and they have a big mountain of pillows stacked on the bed in a picture perfect pose,you think twice if you were allowed to touch them while sleeping. We love pillows, they come in different sizes and softness, they can suck you in or give you a neck ache in 5 minutes flat. The pillows resemble many things to many people, to some they are just that, to others they are lovers, secret admirers, secret keepers, tear enhancers, cuddle bags, beating bags, pillow fight ammunition, security, and to many an icon of home sweet home.
If all the pillows in the world could speak, they would tell all the real stuff and what they know could jeopardize cement relationships, but eventually we would have to silence them for the peace and tranquility they deliver.
Imagine the scene: She heads for that long deserved shower after those board meetings, and killer presentation, the fight with the boyfriend, the family ties and fun, the financial discussions, the debts and investments, the whole day was as full as her Louis Vuitton bag last summer, not even space for a toothbrush. Then comes the hotel shower that comes with all those massage outlets, the fluffy clean towels, that herbal essence she carries with her, her favorite shower gel and body scrubs, its all good.
The shower hits her hard on head, washes away the days troubles, she barely opens her eyes watching her fight with her boss going down the drain,drop by drop, one down, 20 to go she thinks.
The shower relieves her from those remaining stress issues, she breathes, she leaves and starts to dry herself, she dries her hair, thinks about it for a minute, looks outside the shower and sees those pillows.
Her lips and body make a sudden twitch, as if a calling, she moves slow, as if seducing the bed pillows, looking away and then catching the pillows looking back at her in total disbelief, she smiles, she is gift wrapped in a fluffy towel, smelling like an italian country side picnic between the flower beds and wonderful weather with a vespa bike parked in the background. She drops the towels, shakes her hair in total Hollywood manner, looks those pillows deep in the eyes, removes some covers, puts one leg on the bed, checks her self in the mirror, dims the lights, ignites the fire on those vanilla and strawberry scented candles, pets those pillows, demands the best one to be her slave for the night, throws herself in slow motion on the pillow, the pillow sucks her in, the impact was bed shattering.
She closes her eyes, takes a small move to the right, tucks herself in, fluffs the covers, her hair sends aromatic scents through the air, she moves.. it increases, she settles it comes to a standstill surrounding her.
The pillow is all over her, she grabs more pillows to guide her through the night, she is sheltered by her favorite friends that never hurt her, only bring out the best in her, she can confide in them, what the shower didn’t wash away, the pillows will surely handle with care, removing any stress or bad memory, hurt, sacrifice or experience out of her way to make it through the dark. She starts with her emotional state, thinking about her relationship and her self requirements against his, she thinks of her story so far, she reveals she did something bad today, the pillow assures her “its ok dear, leave that to me”, she thinks of her parents and how she is so far now, she thinks of forgotten friends and broken promises,she confides with ease.
No one can understand you like your pillow she thinks. Why can’t men be like that? Why can’t women be like that thinks the guy sleeping in room 1406 at the Park Hyatt hotel in Tokyo. Nothing makes me feel so secure at night when I need a hug most, a tuck, a shoulder to cry on, a heart to love, strong warm arms and shoulders, nothing like my pillows she thinks, always there when you need them.
How many tears have pillows sheltered during your life time? How many secrets have they held in the last month? Who makes sure your fine at night, and is moved and spends the night looking after you day in day out? Who accepts to be dumped for another without uttering a word in disbelief? Why do they pack for you and not against you at night? Who looks and feels exactly as you want them to every day for as long as you want them?
Pillows are a rare breed of loyal understanding, trustworthy, objects that are made to serve you as promised. Go ahead sink in :-)
mamdooh.alradadi
” Her lips and body make a sudden twitch, as if a calling, she moves slow, as if seducing the bed pillows, looking away and then catching the pillows looking back at her in total disbelief, she smiles, she is gift wrapped in a fluffy towel, smelling like an italian country side picnic between the flower beds and wonderful weather with a vespa bike parked in the background. She drops the towels, shakes her hair in total Hollywood manner, looks those pillows deep in the eyes….”
Loved the metaphor’s and vivid imagery you captured here! Fell in love with how u created this “fantasy relationship” between a successful working woman, on a business trip, and her “sanctuary” hotel pillow’s away from home. What can I say..Thank u for makng me feel normal ! :P
I find it rare and interesting that a man who, also, happens to be a successful banker, working at what is known to be: ” the heart” of the bank, being Head of Treasury, an innovative entrepreneur, promoting Green business, can somehow visualize and celebrate a woman’s need’s with such creativity; sensuality; sensitivity; and physiological depth!
Your writing amazes me.
“Pillows are a rare breed of loyal understanding, trustworthy, objects that are made to serve you as promised. Go ahead sink in.”