The Wishing Pillow One cold evening, a young girl about the age of twelve went to the Room Accessory store near the corner of Curb Road. This young girl was named Sophie. She had blue eyes and long brown hair. She was looking for a specific pillow. The pillow had to be light blue, soft, square,
squishy, large, and fluffy. After she found her pillow and came home with it, she quickly went to bed in her big purple room with her silky pink and purple polka dot pajamas on. That night she dreamed that she had a black stallion horse and that she rode him up a big hill with the wind blowing through her hair. When she woke up, she found herself lying next to a tall tree with the same horse grazing beside her. Then her alarm clock went off, and everything was gone, and she couldn't fell the bark of the tree anymore; it was just her smooth wall. She told her parents, but they didn't believe her.
The next day, with the pillow in her hand, she went to find the company that made the pillow. The sign at the small store said Colorful Stitches. The first thing she saw when she went into the store was a large rack of pillows of all different colors of the rainbow. She went into the back, and asked the lady behind counter, "What is this pillow made out of?" The lady said, "The inside is polyfill and the cover is silk, sweetie. Why?" "No reason. How do you make them?" Sophie asked. "Are you doing a report on the pillows or something?" the lady asked. "Never mind that. Let's get talking about the pillows again, please," Sophie said. "I make them by either hand dying or submersion dying," the lady answered. "Is there any magic involved when you make them?" Sophie asked. "Not that I know of. I make them in my laundry room in my house, and I have been there for fifteen years. If there was any magic in there, I would know by now," the lady said. What are the colors in the pillows supposed to represent?" asked Sophie. "The rainbow," said the lady. Before the lady or Sophie could say anything more, Sophie ran out of Colorful Stitches as fast as a cheetah. That's it, Sophie was saying to herself. At the end of each rainbow, there is a pot of gold, which is supposed to be lucky. Sophie was so happy that she had found out about the pillow. When she got back home, she found her parents and told them that she was right and that if they wanted proof her mother could sleep on the pillow and then her father could sleep on it the next night. When it was time to go to bed, her mother went up to the big animal print room she and her husband shared and slept on the pillow. She dreamed about being a vet. She woke up, and there was a dog with a very bad cold lying on her cold check-up table. When her husband called her for breakfast, everything disappeared, but her hands were in the same position as when the dog and the cold check up table had been there. She told her husband and Sophie and he believed her. Sophie got her pillow back, wished on it, and her dream of the horse became true. |
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