My Daughter's Fascinating Pillow.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 23, 2018

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She hugged it tight to her adorably tiny chest - as fierce thunderstorms and lightening
announced the onset of the profoundly vivacious monsoon,

She carried it like the most invincibly cherished of her toys - fantastically bemused by its spongy texture and compassionate friendship - kissing its rotund periphery with her nimble lips,

She unabashedly chided it for being transiently lost - as she found it after an excruciating search from amongst her plethora of toys of multitudinal shapes and
fraternities - immediately hiding it in her cup-board - so that none could inadvertently
venture it out again,

She cuddled close to it like it was the best of her friends - joyously assimilating her daily dose of several varied colorful cartoon characters and films - alongwith her favorite platter of wondrously tantalizing snacks; ofcourse,

She uninhibitedly tossed it high up in the air and then darted at electric speeds to catch it safely in her impeccably dainty arms; at times also allowing it have a free fall and then burst into laughter as it timidly bounced,

She used it as one of her most creative hotspot's - scribbling and embodying its surface with every conceivable graffiti that her innocuous brain could conceive - letting her ingenious kid fingers vividly sketch upon it with color; paint; gratitude and inimitable charm,

She sporadically involved it in her impetuously playful fights - hurling it an incongruous left; right and center to differentiate her own little toy territory in her room from the rest; eventually collapsing on the floor in sheer and exuberant exhaustion,

She proudly brandished it criss-crossed in open space - as if she was a fearless soldier
marching towards the corridors of victory - her very own fantasy triumph which was
amiably frolicking with her parents and savoring her reinvigorating dollops of lime candy ice - cream; towards the end of the blissful day,

She mischievously patted it with all her minuscule might - to tease her pet dog as he
patiently knelt on his hind legs as a mark of distinguished respect to her - and then she caressed him on his convivial ears and merrily gallivanted of to play with him
on the open terrace,

She nonchalantly kicked it to express her frustration as the electricity went out - more
so; since she knew that neither would it experience even the most insouciant of pain - nor would she harm herself in anyway,

She used it as her most unfettered and darling punching bag - childishly pummeling
those prized fists of hers into royal cotton fabric - as she relished her earthly freedom to its natural and unfettered best,

She intermittently took it alongwith her in the car - as she leaned her full weight upon it to perch like a princess and fantasize goodness - as the vehicle majestically sped
through the wilderness of the intrepid streets; interspersed with motley traffic,

She made it the most fantabulously decorated roof of her playhouse - with the walls
made of rustic straw, stick, lace, plastic, cap, paper and whatever worthily intriguing
object that she could lay her hands upon - as she entered her thrilling abode with her
impeccably loved friend,

She sank deep within its cozily empowering recesses when tired after the evening's
play - and then beautifully shrugged herself to complete her school work with utmost
sincerity - greet the new tomorrow with philanthropy and astounding creativity,

She deliberately plucked at its stitching and ripped apart its cover to threadbare junk - to roll upon it; in its gloriously bohemian baldness - and then beautify it with a richly
embroidered cloth of her very own stellar choice,

She narrated her different stories about her experience with it with mortally unmatched aplomb - which could almost be published as a book by some of the best publishers in the world; as she happily jostled on the tree on the absolute edge of the magnificently plush lawn,

She languished in its unparalleled serenity in her moments of silence - then came up
with some of the most comic anecdotes of her trysts with existence - spontaneously
rushing to hug those cherished to her as she felt earnestly versatile,

I, her father, simply adored her benevolent feelings towards it,

But she, my cute daughter, truly loved her fascinating Pillow.


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