26 A SICK PLEASURE

 PERSY 

It was so comfy here. My pillow had never been so comfortable, and maybe it was because the universe knew how tired I had been the night before that I was awarded some extra comfort. I liked it so much here, in fact, that I didn't feel like waking up any longer. 

I kept rubbing my body against the pillow unconsciously, half-knowing that I was rubbing against something hard but also not awake enough to think about it. 

A deep groan broke ...