I boast of strength I cannot keep, my promises are but paper-deep. One gentle pull, one careless sway, and all my pieces break away.

Making a small image large, using only light, focusing can be cumbersome, so twist me just right. At school I am a chore, and at work I'm a bore, but at home the choices are endless, gaming or television tonight.

I rest where you slump after day’s long campaign, A soft little kingdom with no need for reign. I’m stitched into squares or am round as the moon, A cloud for your chair and a nap-helper soon. I hush all the creaks with my feathery grace, And politely improve every sofa and space. I’m not a pillow, though close we may seem, I’m the comfy companion of lounge-time and dream. I catch all your sighs like a sponge in the rain, I soften the pressure, I lessen the strain. When tossed on the floor, I still keep my cheer, For I’m loved by the tired and the leisurely here. I may sit on a bench or on wicker outside, I’m plump when I’m new, and I droop if I’m old, So what am I, friend, with my cozy parade, The plush little helper that sofas have made?

I rest where you slump after day’s long campaign, A soft little kingdom with no need for reign. I’m stitched into squares or am round as the moon, A cloud for your chair and a nap-helper soon. I hush all the creaks with my feathery grace, And politely improve every sofa and space. I catch all your sighs like a sponge in the rain, I soften the pressure, I lessen the strain. When tossed on the floor, I still keep my cheer, For I’m loved by the tired and the leisurely here. I may sit on a bench or on wicker outside, By windows, by firesides, or wherever you bide. I’m plump when I’m new, and I droop if I’m old, Yet my job is to welcome, to hold. So what am I, friend, with my cozy parade, The plush little helper that sofas have made?

I wear my ........ at night so I can: Watch you weave then breathe your story lines Keep track of the visions in my eyes Forget my name while you collect your claim See the light that's right before my eyes