Pillow Nook Novels & Stories

Walking from one room to another now felt like navigating through a bounce house. As the pièce de résistance, Noah tackled the bedroom. The bed, which could now be more accurately described as a "sleeping marshmallow mountain," rose to new heights with layers of padding. Myla joked that she needed a ladder to get into it. Even the walls weren't spared, as Noah ensured they were cushioned in case of any unforeseen collisions during late-night cravings.

"It took ten minutes to get all those pillows off our bed every night, and another ten minutes to put them back on every morning. Ang had this special basket next to the bed where we stowed them while we slept. Now, tell me, please . . . who the hell needs all those pillows? You're not even sleeping on them." "They're for decoration," I answered patiently. "I'm a hundred percent positive Angela would've told you that." "Yeah, she did, but I'm still not convinced." Noah folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall. "Because who's even seeing them? Me? I don't care about them. Hell, I never even cared about the cover thing. As I see it, all you need is one pillow per person sleep

When Old Mister Hough heard this, he laughed so hard that his eyes turned into slits. "Hahaha, I'm going to get a great-grandson soon!" All the happy atmosphere came to an abrupt end after Jack opened the door to the bedroom upstairs... "What is that?" Jack looked at the 'snake' in the middle of the bed and frowned slightly. "Oh, this is a super long pillow that I specially customized!" As Naomi walked to the bedside, she explained like she was offering a treasure.