Wander Pillow Novels & Stories

We made quick work of the drive to the West pillar. Once we got into the visitor's sitting room, Osaze was no longer seated, instead he was pacing around, wearing the carpet thin. He kept mumbling to himself and clenching and unclenching his fists. We stood looking at him for a few seconds. He must have sensed our presence, for he turned around . . . and the tension immediately dissipated from him, replaced with languid charm.

I told her to come in and she came into my office and brought a piece of paper with her. “The delivery man is from a company called Pairdeer. It’s a new delivery service and they offer a lot, not just food deliveries. They offer to pay your bills for you as well as do your grocery shopping. They’re fairly new, that's why the uniform was unfamiliar.” She explained. I looked at the paper she brought in that contained all of the information regarding the company.

The fabric was the kind of soft that came from a well used blanket. He obeyed his orders. He pulled the blankets back and a rush of lavender hit him. He inhaled the pleasing scent and let his eyes close. He lay down and the pillows had a faded scent of lavender in them as well. The bed was almost too soft, the pillow too plush. Wren didn’t think he’d be able to sleep, not when he was laying on something so different that anything he’d been on before, but it didn’t take more than a couple deep breaths of the calming, soothing scent and Wren drifted off to sleep.

When did either of them have time for shopping or guessing my sizes? “Um, thanks,” I say, walking into the room and looking around. My room was a bit cozier than the rest of the house. A king size four post bed sat against the largest wall, directly across from the door. It was adorned with a light purple duvet and what appeared to be at least twenty decorative pillows. “Are all those pillows necessary. It just seems like a waste considering you have to remove them before you can even lay down?’ Xander laughed and shook his head, “I told you man, not all women are into filling every inch of their bed with useless pillows.”

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