As we began packing stuff in the apartment I ran across this pillow. Everyone always tries to through this pillow away when we make a move but it's because they don't know it's history. Some of y'all might recognize this pillow and know it's origin and why I won't part with it.
When I was about 13 I got a couch in my bed room. I don't exactly remember where it came from. Maybe it was my parents and they got a new one ,maybe I found it on the side of the road, how it appeared in my room eludes me but nevertheless it became mine. When I look at this brown cushion I remember days and nights of caffeine fueled video game battles with friends. I see countless conversations that spanned years and topics. I see a resting place for people that are no longer in my life.
The couch itself moved with me when I left my parents house and transferred from address to address until eventually no longer could serve its purpose. I still have this cushion though and although it may reside in my closet it still serves a purpose. It's jogs my memory every time I see it. I recall hours of playing Tetris. I recall d&d campaigns. I recall conversations. I recall faces I haven't thought of in so long I don't even remember the names that go along with them. It was a good couch and I'll probably have that pillow for another 20 some odd years. #memorylane #browncouch #sorryforthelongpost