The hard pillow

When the rays of sun danced inside the room, Hazel felt the brightness falling over her skin too. She frowned and tried to cover her face with the nearby pillow.

She moved her hands on the bed without opening her eyes when her hands touched a pillow but as she tried to drag it she realised that it was stronger than the natural pillow and not at all soft as if it was made of iron.

The frown on her face only increased when she tried more but the pillow did not move at all as if it was stuck there.

She moved another hand and used her whole force but the pillow did not move when she tried to find the cover of the pillow then she was not even able to find it. It was too long and had minimal width with a curvaceous body.

She roamed her hands more on it to know exactly what it was when she hears the raspy voice closer to her ears,

"What are you doing?" her hands moved away as if it had been scalded suddenly and her eyes snapped open with a stark.