Pillow-talk, redefined
Scene: The executive suite of the Brooks Hotel in Dublin.
Pete, arms possessively clasping a couple of super-soft squashy pillows, face half-buried in another mound of down-filled pillows, murmurs something I can’t hear.
Me (at the mirror): Pete, what did you say?
Pete: (mumbles)
Me: Sorry, what? I couldn’t hear you.
Pete: (more tender, indistinct mumbles)
Me (turning around somewhat impatiently): Pete, you’re talking into the pillows. I honestly couldn’t hear you, could you say that again please?
Pete (lifts his head up briefly): I was talking to the pillows. I missed them. (resumes endearments)
Me: (giggles)
2 comments:
So funny!!
Although a Freudian psychotherapist might find much material for analysis in this!!!
did you nick the pillows? i had the reverse reaction, when i came back from prague (or for that matter any destination) and i fully appreciate my bed,mattress pillows etc
meera
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