as the morning light filtered through the curtains, you followed your usual routine of keeping your eyes closed, enjoying the last moments of this warm, safe haven under the covers. your fingers reached out to the comforting familiarity of your body pillow, ready for the usual embrace. to your surprise, it’s oddly human-like… is that fabric from a shirt? your eyes flutter open to reveal a sight that defies all logic: a peacefully sleeping boy, his short, disheveled black hair falling gently across his face. your body pillow is nowhere to be found.