Congratulations Decorative Bird!

The stitches will, one by one, wake up whatever it is you have that resembles consciousness.  We'd call it a bird brain if we didn't want to risk sounding cavalier about your existence, which we think is just great.  Instead, we'll call it something else, something wittier, like a "fabric of thought."  Still kinda weak, but it more accurately represents you, what you are: a decorative bird stitched on to a pillow.

As you ease into semi-awareness, you'll know, suddenly and irrevocably, that you are not important.  You will be an object, not even an object really, an icon on an object, infinitely reproducible by nature of your substance.  You will know that you are less than nothing: you are the most ephemeral consideration of thing-dom that can exist.

With this awareness of your own unimportance will come a sudden and vibrant sense of self worth, as your presence on that pillow, which will quickly leave the hands of your stitcher and find its place on the table below, will really tie the whole couch/room/rug ensemble together.

You'll get it, then.  You are a decorative bird, sewn into a pillow surface for the simple purpose of improving the decor of a room.  And by merit of being, by merit of being a bird made of thread set on fabric on a pillow on a sofa above a rug in a room lit by southern light with a smattering of trees blocking the noon sun, you'll understand that you are important.  You'll make what would otherwise be atrocious home decor choices absurdly fashionable.  Hipster chicks will adjust their hairbands to take in how cool you are.  Women will ill-advised bangs will swoosh them out of the way for the sake of witnessing, at long last, the majesty of your silhouetted plumage.

So stand proud, decorative bird.  Or perch proud on an invisible branch, or whatever.  You will, by merit of merely existing, make this world a better place, albeit a very small chunk of this world, which is more than we can say for most people.

Congratulations Decorative Bird!