Book Pillow Thoughts Novels & Stories

Who knows, maybe this time it will successfully rip out my limbs. I closed all my books and did a little stretch before getting up from my seat. I went to the lounge and sat in front of the large screen. It was my first time actually sitting on the cold, white leather couches and just enjoying the feel of being there. I did not want to switch the TV on, so I just sat there and let my thoughts loose. So much has happened in these past few days and I was afraid I would lose my mind really soon. It was only going to get worse from here. I did not know how worse, but I just knew nothing would work out my way. I closed my eyes and imagined my life in a happy place. Maybe if I thought about good t

Anything but this forced proximity. The bed is obscene: low platform, black silk sheets, pillows arranged with military precision. A single black cashmere throw folded at the foot like it’s waiting for someone to be cold. Who does he think I am? Some fragile thing that needs cashmere to survive? I’ve survived worse than a cold room. I survived Theo… I think. I drop the duffel on the bench and perch on the edge of the bed, staring at the zipper like it’s a bomb.

I whispered to him although I knew that he couldn’t hear me. Now that he was lying on his back, I had a hard time deciding whether the front side or the back side of his torso looked more attractive. I shook my head from side to side to shake away that thought. What am I doing? He’s sick and here I’m thinking strange thoughts. I should focus on helping him get better. Time ticked by as I spent time sitting next to the sleeping Prince Leonard on his bed. … **The morning after**

“I mean, who would want to leave this fire, these blankets and that view outside. Until you realise that none of it actually exists.” “Well it’s as good as real,” Thought tells me. I’m not about to question him. “I can manipulate your mind to do whatever I please, and you wouldn’t know the difference. You would still consider that real, right?” “I get it, you’re powerful,” I say over my shoulder, my face practically pressed against the window. “So, you’re not disappointed you’re mated to someone as average as me?” Thought frowns. “First of all, you’re the most extraordinary person I’ve ever met.”

I close the sliding door to the terrace and the pool and draw the curtains, planning to nap on the couch, but something keeps me awake. Maybe it’s the thought of going back to the way things were before we went on the run, or the unsettled feeling in my stomach that’s been there for days, but I toss and turn on the couch, unable to drift off. My mind races, thoughts spiraling in a tangled web of fear, love, and uncertainty. I finally get up and walk to the linen closet to find a better pillow or maybe a softer blanket, thinking that might be the reason that I can’t sleep. I’m standing in the open closet doorway when I hear something.

I sit on the couch beside her and grab one of the many embroidered pillows, placing it onto my lap. The tips of my fingers pick and pluck at the beads that are woven into the fabric of the pillow. They poke out and I am able to wiggle them around, using it as a distraction from the chaos that begins to ensue on the inside of my mind. My head hurts from the turmoil and I feel dizzy from the unlimited possibilities that lie before me.

I shifted once more, not finding the right posture not to mess with anything and this time when moving I pushed the budge a bit too harshly, making it fall a bit and apologizing one of my hands let go of his to fix it. "D-don't worry, just leave it-" But I as already pushing what has fallen into the bag again, bewildered to find it was a pillow -a pillow? I sat back straight, sensing him more stiff if possible. Why would he have a pillow in here? And these blankets, and all that stuff... A horrible resolution was forming in my mind, fitting the pieces together, but... but it couldn't be possible, right? As my mind went overdrive the rest of the trip was awfully silent, only the radio sounded

My pillow felt so comfortable, I turned to get more comfortable wrapping my hands around the pillow. Now I was cuddling with the pillow, seriously what's wrong with you Shayan? Maybe I'd need to buy a teddy bear or something. The pillow had a scent that filled my nostrils and then the pillow wrapped its hands around me. But my pillow doesn't even have hands, I stood up realising who the pillow was. Kel Adrios was on my bed! "Adrios, get out of my bed," I shouted pushing him.

I come awake slowly. I have exams today... My finals are almost up. Shit! I hate exams. Why are exams even a thing? Warmth surrounds me. My dorm bed has never been so comfy. l snuggled deeper into my pillow. A pillow that seemed to be made of rocks but is incredibly smooth. And has a really weird beat. ...Pillow didn't make thud beats. Consciousness hit me like a bag of bricks. Shit! Not a pillow...

Lilith's POV. Sleep abandoned me. That was the only explanation. I had spent what felt like hours tossing from one side of the bed to the other, trying desperately to force myself to sleep, yet every time I closed my eyes, my mind immediately found something new to think about. Ria's threats; the necklace incident. Cole's strange behavior. Oliver; God! specially Oliver. I groaned into my pillow. This was becoming a problem. A serious problem. Because somehow, no matter what I tried to think about, my thoughts always found their way back to him.