Underneath my pillow

So last night, as I was planning to—finally—get some sleep, there was an unexpected surprise waiting for me in my bedroom. My room appeared as usual as it had always been, but when I reached my pillow (actually not reached, but lay my head on it) I felt like there was something concealed beneath it. So I sat up straight and turned around and looked down. There was a cable coming out from under the pillow, lain helplessly like a dead fake snake. I recognized it at once. It was my cell phone charger. I grabbed it out and wondered vaguely who had put it there.

While I was pulling the cable out, there was another cable following. It was white. Thicker than before, and with stripes on it. I was hazily familiar with it. And then curiously, I lifted the pillow to reveal what was beneath it. To my surprise—and laughter—and confusion, I found an iron hidden there, its sharp edge pointed up against my head. Wew.. Who on earth put it there, and why?

Hahaha…

Since when do people hide weird things under their pillow? If they were love letters, diary, or stashes of porn ; OK, that might still make sense. But if they are to randomize what to hide there… that might be a problem.

I wonder what would happen if people begin to think that keeping weird things underneath their pillows. What would they hide?

This, maybe?

Well… for a suicide type like me, maybe that’s a good idea. I probably just have to worry about it leaking and soaking my bed with poison. (but not too worry about me accidentally drink it in my sleep)

But let say Baygon is far too cliché (cliché…? Lolz), I can only think of one other thing people would hide under their bed…

I can’t remember when the last time I hid my Elisha Cuthbert under my pillow… :))