It was cold and lonely now on the couch. The last pillow missed his friend, and the dark night was even darker and more scary without a good friend by his side. He tried to huddle up close to the couch itself, but it simply wasn't the same.
He turned to his side, sighed and tried closing his eyes.
Suddenly he felt like something was moving close to him.
- Hello? Who's there?
- Sshh! Be quiet!
A whisper from across the room rung out. The pillow shivered, but said nothing more. He moved slightly, adjusting across the cushions of the couch, pressing himself further into the corner.
Several hour later, and after listening to a lot of snoring from the other furniture the pillow fell asleep. He never woke up again. His seams were slit on both sides and his stuffing fell out, covering the couch yet again with fluff.
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