Buggin' you - where buggin' is lovin'

By rather persistent request from Timmy, here is your cushion update.

The cushion moves no more in Massachuesetts.
The cushion flies on the wind to Connecticut.
The cusion lives.
The cushion dies.
Softer still in the night.

Or, I can't see the cushion any more from my window. And, I read way too much Emily Dickinson last night.

Please, take a moment to remember the cushion:

Take a moment to dream a cushion dream of love (courtesy of www.ifimages.com):