somehow, there is nothing comparable to the bolster.
a peculiar, long, narrow object, made like a pillow;
only better.
to me, really,
it feels like another person.
as perverted/weird/screwed/funny as this sounds,
there is irreplaceable comfort i find hugging a bolster. MY bolster, to be exact.
a companion for the nights you can't fall asleep, the problems you can't seem to solve, the loneliness that doesn't go away, the need for contact and comfort;
this inanimate object can provide/serve multiple immense and incredible functions/purposes.
i am definitely a bolster advocate.
but anyway,
first it was a temporary measure.
yes, until the weekend, i can bring my wonderful bolster back to hall and we can be reunited in dreamland once again. but somehow the days grew longer, the weeks more dreary, and i forgot/got tired/became lazy/found it too troublesome and it never came/i never brought it back. once, even, shopping at clementi for groceries, i found myself secretly eyeing nicely-packed new clean bolsters.
i have never been able to sleep well/sustain life properly without one, it seems. for the past 21 years of my life. however, suddenly this semester, for a whole semester [in fact, almost], i have lived/sustained without it.
rather well/sufficiently/satisfactorily i must say, in fact.
without it, i thought i would die, but who knows, i'm still alive.
maybe my need for contact comfort has decreased,
or maybe i have gotten used to sleeping in a pathetic manner,
but somehow i realised,
somethings,
i don't really need them anymore.
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