My pillow has a mouth.
When i lay my head down it whispers its daydreams to me all night.
My mind plays visions of my pillows imagination.
You see... my pillow falls into a book and brings it to life.
Its teeth like soaring kites.
Blowing words into my ears.
Winding winds down so that in the morning it can say
"the end."

(Might add to this.)