You knew every tear I have ever shed,
You knew the very minute I went to bed.

So soft, so comfy, on you I fell asleep,
This makes it redundant to start counting sheep.
Fluff you up as I make my bed,
Breakdown and cry until my eyes turn red.
You're not a person, but emotionally, you know me best,
You're such a great hugger, as we nightly rest.
On my bed, I usually have two;
What am I talking about, obviously you.
Your name rhymes with the tree that makes the cricketers bat, usually rare.
And you always know when I have a nightmare.
If I'm not mistaken, I believe its called Willow,
Which makes it obvious, that I'm talking about my Pillow.

~Tremar Ivey~