Last night I dreamed I was homeless and all I had to my name was a sleeping bag and a pillow. As I ran across a very busy street I dropped my pillow but I had to keep running as the cars were coming at me very fast. When I reached the other side I turned and watched in horror as a car ran over my pillow. All that remained was a rectangular pile of dust.
As I stood there staring at this pile I was very sad because I knew how much I would miss that pillow on those cold dark lonely nights.