The pillow and the donut.

“No, I can't. Yes I can. No, I don't want to go to school, I think I'll just lay here,” I thought as I laid in bed. I was debating whether to stay put in my bed or break free from my prison of blankets, and make way for one of those donuts without the hole in it. The big fat ones. But I had an angel and Devil thing going on. Where an Angel appears on one shoulder, and a Devil on the other. Except this time a pillow appeared on my left shoulder and a delicious looking donut appeared on the other.

“Who are you?” I said as I laid in my daze and turned to the pillow to my left shoulder.

“The names Pilly McGee, You don't want to get out of bed, stay in so I can smother you.

“Smother me?” I cried.

“I mean smother you with sweet dreams of course.”

“Don't do it,” said the donut. “He's trying to trick you, never trust a pillow, they will mess with your head.

“Nonsense”, said the pillow. “You want to stay warm and cozy in the bed here with me and the blankets.”

“Look, I'm a donut, and I know whats good for you, get out of bed and go to school.”

“Don't do it, you can stay here with your family, Mr. Blankey, and Mrs. Cover.”

“If I stayed here with you could I be in charge?” I said, ever so tired.

“You can do anything you dream of,” the pillow said softly.

“Can I pretend to be on the eastern border of England and ruling peasants of yonder?”

“You can do anything, anything at all...”

“Can the towns people call me King Size?”

“Just close your eyes and you will see.” the pillow reminded me softly, as my eyelids became heavy.

“Stuff it pillow!” the donut interrupted. My eyes shot open.

“Go to school and sleep, don't give in on what the pillow says, If you don't want the fat donut, then you can have some delicious coffee.”

The pillow whispered in my ear ever so slightly with a smooth and calming voice.

“You can dream of a field of coffee daisies, and you can frolic with legs of cup holders.... just close your eyes.”

“But you can have real Bavarian sensations,” said the donut. As they began to argue back and forth.

“Go to sleep and you will seek Bavarian water falls....”

“You can't out metaphor me Pilly McGee, you'll have lakes of sugar delight.”

“Streams of flowing jelly....”

“Ahhh, streams,” I murmured .

“Raindrops of sweetened honey,” said the donut.

“You can experience faucets of vanilla cocoa....”

Suddenly, I hoped out of bed.

“Whoa!” I screamed.

“Haha! I win,” yelled the donut.

“Not really,” I said. I just have have to go to the bathroom really bad now.