Pillow

Seemingly soft to the touch but untouchable. A pillow is there more often than most notice and with that comes me. A pillow's shadow. I am there during slumber partys and I am there during nap time, I am there during bedtime too. I am there until the lights go out and I fade into the darkness. Maybe I want something more out of life but is this really life? I sometimes question myself only to come to contentment. I am perfectly happy watching kids grow into adults or watching the new puppy struggle to adjust to a new place. If this is true, why do I feel like I'm missing out on something? I may never find the answer but until the pillow gets thrown away or destroyed, I will continue to watch lives change and grow.