“The pillow sat alone” was a good way to start it. Her nose crinkled though, and her pen wouldn’t write anything more. She glared at the utensil, then at the paper. “The pillow sat alone and wouldn’t work with Lilith because it was a lazy fuck.” There, now it was at least honest.

Ripping and crumbling the helpless sheet, Lilith heaved it over her shoulder and hoped she would never have to look at it ever again. Her pen, once more, hovered over a fresh new sheet in such a way that she wanted to gnaw at it until it knew who the hell it was dealing with.

Lilith sighed, counted to ten, realized it wasn’t helping at all, and went back to glaring at the pen. After a moment she came to the conclusion that it was not the pen nor the paper that was at fault in this matter, but the idea itself. Pillows, she decided, were complete bunk.

Everyone knew pillow cases were where the real money was at.