Accent pillow has an accent and its fucking French Islamic. The round silk ruffle pillow I have recently adopted as my "go to pillow" for sleeping has been whispering in my bedtime ears. I think it is talking to me in gay French but it sometimes whisper yells in Islamic right before I reach REM. Wakes my ass up and my heart is racing from the Muslim versus. I dont know why im craving a ruffled accent pillow as my "go to pillow" anyway. Maybe its the perfect width for propping my head or the fantastic silk on my face or the divot made by the giant button in the middle giving my big ear some much needed space. Whatever is the case, my body heads towards the couch when im sleepy and I grab that damn fluffy thing. Its awful i know. Its the equivalent of me pulling out a frilly hooker umbrella from 1880 when it rains or crossing my legs in a meeting and seeing a pom pom sock with my penny loafers. Its bad for a man like myself to sleep on an accent pillow.
Now back to the most fucked up thing, the accents that fill my dreams at night. Everyone in dream land speaks in a tongue that is so goofy. I assume its french but no idea. When its a nightmare i know the accent is Islamic because i can make out the words hummus and tortilla. I now know the real meaning to the category these fucking pillows fall under and its NOT to accent your wallpaper. Its to accent the voices in your head when you dream. WTF have i slumbered upon this time! This is mighty gross and im sleeping on one of those ancient Egyptian wooden head shelf things tonight as punishment for my frolicking pussy pillow blow outs ive had these last few weeks. My god i am having pillow plight nights.
