The Forehead Stuffed with 10,000 Pillows

Once upon a time there was a dainty little forehead. This forehead loved to walk in the mild autumn air, feel the breezes blowing, pass by soft downy tree leaves, and lean against other foreheads before falling asleep. Then one day this poor daintly forehead woke up next to its favorite other forehead but could find no pleasure in this occurrence because it felt as if someone had stuffed 10,000 pillows inside of it. Oh, this forehead rolled around. Some friendly fingers pried and pressed at it, trying to relieve the pressure, but those 10,000 pillows refused to be pried away. The other forehead got up and left and this poor little forehead didn't know what to do. For days, weeks, what seemed like endless lifetimes, this poor little forehead didn't enjoy the breeze, the trees, or even the other little forehead. Slowly, ever so slowly, the 10,000 pillows fell out and flew away like lite little feathers on tissue beds. "Ah, that's a little better," exclaimed the not-so-dainty-feeling forehead. There was dampness all around for the other little forehead had brought tea and a dehumidifier. There were also blankets wrapped tight so it was very warm and cozy. And then, one lovely chilly morning, the dainty little forehead woke up with the feeling of clouds and air and Tibetan chimes instead of 10,000 pillows and the sounds of rattling garbage cans and squealing hogs. You should have seen that dainty little forehead bounce about. Bouncing felt so joyous and free again. Oh, that forehead went racing out into the breezes and although the trees no longer had leaves, still, that forehead went bounding about. All red and exhausted the dainty little forehead came back home and leapt into bed, eager to lean against it's favorite other forehead and fall asleep with a light and peaceful emptiness. Ah yes.