My Pillow

by Lucas Costa Palazzi aged 14

My secret lives in my bed
I wear it on my head
It feels as soft as
Lying in the clouds
My secret feels like arriving home
On a Friday afternoon
It makes me want
Snuggle under the covers
It’s relaxing
It tastes as sweet and doughy
As biting into a
Freshly baked cake
It’s colour
Is cloudy white
Like a duvet,
You hide under
Enjoying it every night,
My pillow
When expressing my secret
It feels
As light
As cotton

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