One Thing

When our apartment flooded last weekend I was worried about the furniture and all of our packed boxes getting ruined.  We were really lucky that it was mostly just clothes and the carpet that were wet.

When I went by a few days later to inspect the damage everything seemed to be drying out okay, nothing major stuck out at me as being destroyed by the water.  Then I walked into the bathroom.  There lying in a heap in the sink was my little pillow.  I guess the maintenance men had found it drenched in yucky pipe water and didn't know what else to do with it. 

It looked sad.

It was ruined.

I cried for the 100th time that week.


I know what you're thinking...Jessica it's a pillow that's as old as you, get over it. But it's been with me through my entire life. I just kept it with me all this time, packed it up wherever I went, finding a safe place for it under my bed or in the closet.  
You can replace clothes, and furniture...but things that are sentimental, that's the worst to lose.  
I don't know what to do with it now.  The feathers are all crunchy inside and it's completely fallen apart.  It seems pointless to keep something that looks so ragged.  

So I guess I'll say goodbye. 
So long little pillow, I liked how your name reflected the obvious about you. Thanks for always comforting me when I needed you...miss you already.