LWP Chapter 2

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Back at the man’s home, the little pillow was placed on a beige leather sofa. He looked around at his new living space and realized that he was the only pillow on these sofas. The thought made him so happy that he almost wanted to roll around—oh, if only pillows could roll.

The man had finally brought the little pillow home. From the moment he first saw that touch of sky blue in the display window, he had liked it. But at the time, an urgent matter at work had pulled him away, and then he had been on a business trip for a whole month. He had worried the whole time—what if someone else bought it? Fortunately, when he rushed back, it was still there. Even though it had been pushed into a forgotten corner, his eyes had immediately spotted its familiar sky-blue hue.

What did a vintage pillow matter? To him, nothing could compare to the adorable sky-blue pillow before him.

After taking a shower, the man sat on the sofa watching TV, now with the little pillow in his arms. He found himself unable to put it down. Strangely, his house, which had always felt cold and lifeless, now seemed warmer and more inviting.

The man buried his face in the little pillow, childishly rubbing against it. His soft hair brushed against the pillow’s surface, tickling him so much that he wanted to burst out laughing—even to the point of tears. Of course, that was just a manner of speaking. In reality, only the little pillow himself knew his emotions…

Still, even if no one else knew, he felt content.

When the man lifted his head, the little pillow quickly quieted down, staring blankly at his face. Without his glasses, the man looked even gentler than before. Suddenly, the little pillow’s tiny heart started pounding wildly, as if something was about to break free.

The man smiled down at the little pillow in his arms. He gazed at him for a while, and then, as if struck by impulse, he lowered his head and pressed a kiss against the little pillow’s mouth.

Oh no. The little pillow’s face instantly turned as red as a ripe tomato. Fortunately, his sky-blue velvet cover hid any trace of his flustered reaction, so the man wouldn’t notice his embarrassment.

As the night deepened, the TV continued playing the local evening news. The man, still holding the little pillow, leaned against the sofa and slowly drifted into sleep. Little did he know—he had been struggling with insomnia for a long time.

The little pillow quietly watched the man’s sleeping face. His thoughts drifted back to that kiss from earlier, and the excitement left him completely unable to sleep.

Silently, he transformed into human form—taking the appearance of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy. The winter night was cold, and he worried that the man might catch a chill sleeping on the sofa. So he tiptoed into the bedroom, fetched a quilt, and gently covered the man with it. Once he was done, he turned back into a pillow and snuggled into the warmth of the man’s embrace again.

The little pillow stayed awake all night. As dawn approached and he sensed the man was about to wake up, he transformed back into a human once more. He carefully carried the quilt back to the bedroom, neatly folded it, and restored everything to its original state.

After a long-overdue night of restful sleep, the man slowly opened his eyes. Recalling his dream from the night before, he couldn’t help but find it amusing—he had dreamt that his new little pillow had turned into a boy wearing a sky-blue coat, and he had held him in his arms…

The dream was ridiculous, yet undeniably warm.

Thinking this, the man lowered his gaze to the little pillow still nestled in his arms. Smiling gently, he murmured, “If only you really were that boy.”

Unfortunately, at that moment, the little pillow had finally dozed off, too sleepy to hear the man’s words. Otherwise, he surely would have blushed all over again.

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