My pillow was moving.
I wasn’t not joking. The moment I woke up, I felt my head rising sharply and then fall back down slowly. I blinked, wondering what the hell was going on as the process repeated itself, over and over.
The second strange thing was that said pillow was extremely hard. I was one of those people who liked to practically drown in their bedding, so waking up on a hard pillow was definitely something new for me.
Another disturbing fact had to do with my hair. Something, probably a hand, was gliding through it, smoothing trough the knots that had so doubt formed there as I slept. I wasn't used to people playing with my hair, so I had really no idea how... nice it felt when someone actually did it.
I moved my head a little to look down. And froze.
My legs were tangled with
