Roman
A heavenly fog rolled around me, numbing my nerves except for where they counted. Lilac treetops swayed beneath me and moulded themselves into the most perfect pillow I’d ever slept on, sending ripples of warming tingles down my sides. I never wanted to rest on anything else as long as I lived.
The pillow swept its fingers through my hair, scratching the crown of my head. I groaned in bliss, the sensation dulling a throbbing headache building behind my eyes. As muffled regular beats lulled sleep upon me again, a drowsy brain cell connected the muddled dots.
Pillows don’t have fingers, or heartbeats, or tingles…
I jerked upwards on my forearms, tension pulsing at my temples, and came eye-to-eye with dazzling aquamarine irises, hooded and drawn in a gentle smile. Her thighs cushion
