Have you ever had a friend that you just connect with on every level? Everything fits. There’s no judgement. And you can just be. That’s it. Just be.
I keep thinking of a story. A girl and her friend went to the same college for four years but never met. They had no idea of each other’s existence. I wonder if they ever crossed paths before. Now, they’re in different countries, and they suddenly discovered each other some time ago. And they talked and talked. And the talking never seems to end. And I like the idea of that. And they write and write. They’ve become the best penpals anyone could have. They’re getting to know their pasts as they go along living the present, and have already made each other very important and permanent fixtures in each other’s future.
As their layers get peeled away, the closer and closer they become, even though they’re thousands of miles away.
So I was thinking about how they’d just like to hold each other and sleep when they meet, their arms and legs thrown all over each other. Nothing sexual. Just comfort. And closeness. And peace. And that’s how it’s going to be. I decided that they’re going to be each other’s pillows. Yes, pillows. The girl, the cozy small one. The guy, the big-ass squishy one. And holding their pillows tight, they’ll have some pillow talk :D, and sleep.
Maybe, if I think more about it, I will write out this story some day.
I wanted to put this on paper. And this is how I imagine it:
“As they lay talking, he puts his arms and legs around her and swaddles her. She tucks her head neatly under his chin, hugs his tummy close and sighs. They’re pillows.”