A clear resin pillow filled with calla lilies, snap dragons, herb robert, and greenery.
My comfort object growing up was a pillow gifted to me when I was born that I affectionately called “Baby.” In actuality, I was the baby because I brought it with me everywhere until I was thirteen. Originally a frilly white pillow with my name embroidered on it, its first and second layers disintegrated over time, leaving a flat blue and white striped piece of fabric.