Her Cave, Built From Pillows

nope, still NOT my photograph…

She’d started, building a cave, for the sake of safe shelter, she’d looked around, for materials she can use, and, although she’d gained insights from the experiences of the Three Little Pigs, she can only utilize what she has around her, there was no sturdy materials like wood, OR brick, and there were, NO straws available either, only bedsheets and pillows.

She’d started, constructing a cave, out of her bedsheets and pillows, thinking it would be enough, to help her weather through the storms that are, raging, in the close vicinity of her life…

With NO experience as an architect, she’d used what she could find, like how those birds, built up their nests, out of the rickety hays, twigs, and those yellow leaves of autumn.

And now, the storms are, hitting her, as the wind and the rain raged outside, she’d held herself, real tight, closed her eyes, prayed, real hard, that the storm won’t last for too long.  But this time, as her parents go at it, they’d used, angrier words, more awful expressions from before, and the storms, they just, raged, on and on, in her life.

Until her small cave, built from pillows came, tumbling down, and she felt, crushed, like those soft and fluffy pillows weighed a TON!  And, it’d, troubled her, on how those soft and fluffy, seemingly harmless pillow, can feel so heavy on her small frame, she was, crushed, to DEATH!