Comforts

Soft, blue and fluffy, the pillow sits upon a couch, a place to rest a somnolent head. Though she knows there is much to do, she curls up on the couch seeking to cocoon herself in its overstuffed girth. Shirking her responsibilities, a heavy mantle that she rather not wear she flicks on a movie, white noise in the background. The clouds gather overhead, dark and grey. The soft patter of rain lulls her to sleep, natures lullaby for a weary soul.