INVENTORY #20: Pillow (soft)
When I lived in New York, I had a body pillow because I did not have a man. But then I met a man and we were on our way to the room with the body pillow. I was embarrassed of what the pillow represented. In my room, he was so busy talking about himself that he didn’t notice me hide the body pillow. Though we had just met, he kept giving me intimate details of his life. I asked him to leave after the third time he said Promise you won’t tell. His secrets were dull, and I could no longer bear their lightness.
Good move. Sounds like he was way too into him anyway.