A Soft Curve

Your neck was hurting, so the bedroom stayed hushed and calm. I nudged quietly across the mattress edge until my knees sank into a soft dip. Right against the headboard, a curved, velvet neck pillow was resting like a plump horseshoe. I froze, waiting to see if it shifted. It stayed still. Moving gently, I pressed both palms into its plush center. It gave a slow, deep sigh under my hands, velvety and thick with warmth. I leaned my chin against its curved edge, keeping the quiet softness close for you.