It’s not a body pillow or anything, just a normie pillow. But I can’t fall asleep without hugging it, I play out fantasies in my head with it for at least a half hour every night, sometimes an hour plus. I imagine I’m cuddled up with a girl watching a horror movie, or then I’ll jump to a honeymoon with my newly wed wife, or then it’ll be her crying in my arms about something. Constant scenarios bouncing back and forth. Sometimes I’ll come home and lay in bed for a while and hug my pillow, going over my day and listening to her day that I made up in my head. I wrap my arms and legs around the pillow and squish my face into it, sometimes I talk out loud to it. I’ll peck it with kisses and nuzzle it. It makes me happy, sometimes it feels real, I smile, on rare occasions I cry. I love my pillow, It’s why I’m still around. Kinda like the volleyball in cast away
