“Dad, these pillows are so soft. How did they make them so soft? I love them!”
“They’re pretty great alright,” I said, maintaining focus on the phone in my hand.
“If I was ever going to be smothered to death by a pillow, I’d want it to be this one,” he said, getting up to leave the room.
“Oh, okay,” I responded, semi-automatically.
Wait, what? His response suddenly caught my attention but it was too late, he was already gone.
I’ll keep that in mind.
- 16 March 2020
