Looking down at the red and white pillow, I burn a more in-depth image of the item into my head by memorizing every square inch of the annoying pattern.
White interlocking squares pop out from the blood-red background. There are four main rows of squares running both vertically and horizontally, for a total of sixteen squares. Plus, there are three rows of three interlocking squares, which bring the total square count to twenty-five.
Looking down at the pillow, I huff.
Of all the pillows he could have taken off the bed, any one of the other five would have been better than this one.
Honestly, I think he pulled this particular one off the bed on purpose because of my prior comment when describing the bedroom scene.
Closing my eyes, I still see the pattern and shake my head. I wonder ho
