Pillow Talk

(Please keep in mind I did not read the story below the pillow post on the Creative Writing blog, because I had so many ideas pop into my head just looking at the picture. I did not want to skew my thoughts about what the pillow's story was.)

Dark, dirty, crumbled,

Capturing sad dreams at night,

Alone in the day.

The pillow reminds me of an insane asylum. I imagine a woman, scared out of her mind back in the days where any woman with any kind of strange behavior was labeled as ‘insane.’  This era has always interested me a little bit, and the black and white drawing of this picture makes me even more curious. I want to know more about the artist. When was this picture created? What was the artist thinking? Where were they as they drew this pillow? I find myself asking loads of questions. The pillow looks as though someone had just slept in it, because there is a head print in the middle. If I were to create a story about this pillow, I predict it would be based sometime in the late 1800’s-early 1900’s. The drawing is dark, and it almost makes the pillow look dirty. This is not the pillow of a well-off family, and it is not something that you would find in even a middle class home. To me, this pillow is from a place where having clean pillows and bright, lit-up rooms was not a priority. This almost makes me want to redraw the pillow, except include it inside of a picture. I envision a this pillow laying on a small dirty and thin mattress, which is on a plain bed with nothing but a rough blanket lying at the foot of the bed. In the room, I see nothing but two plain walls and a dirty floor. I do not see any windows, only the bed in the corner of the two walls.

 

This is my ‘pillow talk,’ and I am amazed at how much one small picture can make me think about so much.