She felt the pillow. It was soft. Every time she squeezed the sides, the cushion would give way, and when she pressed down, her palm would sink snugly. It looked a bit bouncy too. After letting go, the cushion would always rise back, slowly at first, but then, just before completely going back to its shape, it would rise extremely fast, as if a jet of air was filling it.
She smiled, gave the pillow a couple pats, and laid on it. She then pulled the blanket over her and closed her eyes.