Placing my head gently upon Preacher Pal's pillow, I realize why humans have such a penchant for pillows. Pillows are soft. Snow may appear soft, but after you put your head upon it, it becomes quite hard, not to mention always cold. Humans have difficulty sleeping on hard cold surfaces. I have noticed that with humans, pillows hold privileged places in their lives. Pillows even get to travel with their humans, providing comfort when far from home. Burrowing my nose into Preacher Pal's pillow, I catch the scent of Preacher Pal and realize how pillows bring comfort not only by how they feel, but what they smell like. I am quite at peace with my muzzle nuzzled into the pillow that smells like Preacher Pal. I could close my eyes and sleep but then would not finish this pericape on pillows. Remember please, my friend is a preacher therefore preacherly terminology permeates my vocabulary.
Pondering on pillows, I have found that pillows come in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Some people like their pillows firm, others like them so soft they can shape them to conform so that they will bring comfort to a hurting neck or head. Then I learned that many pillows have stuffing not unlike my own. I wonder if pillows ponder. Other pillows though are made out of feathers from ducks or birds, anyway some flying creatures, and I just heard, often poultry. These pillows are said to be stuffed with down. Now I find that a fascinating turn of words, down pillows. Are there up pillows? I am pleased that flying creatures give their down for the pleasure of humans, and grateful they do not have to give their lives. I would never rest my head upon a pillow ever again if a living being was sacrificed for my comfort.
Preacher Pal proposes that people can be pillows. Sounds rather odd to me, human pillows. So I have had to observe how this practice of people pillowing plays out in the human world. I discovered that the chest of a human can become a very comforting pillow. I have rested upon Preacher Pal's chest pillow and have felt loved and secure. Other friends of Preacher Pal who have offered their chest pillows for my head have seem to enjoy this practice of being a pillow. I found it very comforting, very comfortable. Then I noticed when grouped together for pajama parties young people clump together, not unlike puppies or cubs. This mass of humanity seek out comfy body parts to place their heads for sleep. I see heads on thighs, heads on stomaches, and heads on rumps. As each falls asleep, their human pillows provide warmth and if I ponder properly a sense of belonging.
I personally like belonging to Preacher Pal whose pillow is putting this bear into a peaceful sleep.
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