Aarya
As the alarm rings, I groan in my slumber. I move a bit, snuggling closer to my pillow. The alarm continues to blare. Irritated, I yelled, “Lea, turn the f*****g alarm off before I throw it out of the window! I want to sleep! My pillow and I are in a comfortable position.” As I bury my head deeper into the pillow, I sigh in satisfaction and murmur, “It smells marvelous. And it’s so soft and firm.”
My head sank into the pillow, and I sighed in contentment. This had been the most peaceful sleep in ages. A soft chuckle filled the air, and the pillow beneath me started to shake. “Thanks for the compliment. Your pillow appreciates it. But if you keep moving, it won’t stay soft,” a voice responded.
Startled, I looked up, untangling myself from my comfortable cocoon. The word
