Pillow

The room was bare but for a small child-sized bed which cozied up to the far wall. The pale blue blanket had been turned down showing crisp, white sheets underneath.

The old wooden floors made my shoes sound clunky, but I closed the door then squared my shoulders looking toward the bed.

A large pillow in matching white pillowcase seemed to call invintingly to me to lay my tired head upon its starched whiteness, so I moved further into the room after first setting my suitcase down by the door. I can wonder about what "Orphanage" means in the morning.

"Ah, a desert course!" the muffled pillow proclaimed to itself as it scented the smell of another sweet child.