I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.
Sometimes I cry in my dreams, and I wake up because my pillow is sopping wet. Was I sobbing in my sleep? Hardly. But I was drooling.?
Mmmm stay. Her voice was barely audible, as she grazed her lips against mine and her head fell back against the pillow into a deep sleep.
What pillow can one have like a good conscience?