Dreams
I lay in bed. There was a pillow to my left and I turned and leaned into it placing my right arm over it. The pillow felt different. It was longer. Even my knees brushed up against it. It had a solid feel across from my stomach. I don’t remember this pillow. I put my hand on it and it felt smooth and warm. There was no pillow cover, but as I slid my hand down, I felt a loose cover and my hand went under it. In my mind I pictured the pillow shaped like a manikin. A fleshy manikin. That was strange. Under the pillow cover I felt the shape of the manikin’s backside. There were two distinct cheeks, like a bum. I found this very amusing. Had I bought one of those …