Smillow – short for “Smelly Pillow”.
I’d only met Smillow twice in my life (hopefully none for the rest because the stench was overpowering.. And, I think “overpowering” is an understatement). I could tell that it’s original colour is somewhere near to pink/peach/orange/yellow and now it’s turning to brown due to the accumulated sweat, drools, tears and probably mucus too from it’s owner, Bobby.
(I’m not saying that Bobby very macho or man or what.. but, it’s still weird to see a big guy squeaked and truly enjoyed his moment rubbing his face against a small lifeless (because the cotton inside also became solid and un-fluffy) pillow, smelled it like sniffing drugs and gave me a satisfied look every time he did that. I die.)
I’m sure some, or most of you out there have your own version of Smillow (or bantal busuk for Malays out there). Be it a pillow, bolster, blanket even a towel… It’s like an imaginary friend who provides sense of secure and belonging. I don’t know, I just don’t understand because I grew up liking to touch the corners of towels. Any towels actually, even till now. Nothing to be proud of but at least I think it’s less freaky than bantal-busuk.
My best friend 48 has, or had.. a bolster she named it “Bean-Bean”. She gave Bean-Bean life by imagining out his/her/it’s character. She disallowed me to touch that ugly bolster of hers and claimed that Bean-Bean hated me. *Roll eyes*
Bobby often joked that if he has his Smillow with him when I’m sleeping, he would put it near my nose or my face so that I’ll learn to appreciate it. Nice one boyfriend. –___-“
And today… I received a good news!
(My karit boyfriend only will reward you $8 if you can find his Smillow)
I wonder if it’s his mother or auntie cannot tahan that little gross pillow and threw it away for good.
Ahhhhhhhhh, what a good way to start my Saturday~