My Fluffy Pillow Knows My Secrets (humorous)

My fluffy pillow knows my secrets. All, in fact.

- When I start in the morning; what coffee I sip;

how late I get up in the weekend; 

even, with what make up I sleep;

how I feel after several drinks at the bar.

Oops! That supposed to be a secret, so far. 

My fluffy pillow knows my insomniac nights;

even knows what poems I write, keeping tracks

of all kinds of marks of my inspired pen 

and couple of stains of sparkling glass of champaign.

My pillow knows my tears; loud laughter

and bitter cries. It knows when I’m in love,

when I break up. It hides 

my cellphone and the charger 

from not to be smashed in furious times.

My pillow supports my head, my neck and my back.

Sometimes it lands on the floor,

or travers with me in the back on a car sit.

It knows so many airports. But I must admit

– the most important need 

is to cover my ears well in the bed

from the snoring man next to me. C'est la vie!

By Petrouchka Alexieva

From: United States