Um, thanks for the body pillow. Can I ask why you sent it to me though?
Would that be rude?
I click his name, which is now on the top of my Favorites screen, and wait for him to answer.
“Did it arrive?” he says.
I let out a laugh. “So, you did in fact send me a package?” I ask, wondering if maybe he ordered the wrong thing.
“You don’t like it?” His voice sounds a little hurt.
“Um, I think they sent me the wrong item.”
“Oh no. Really? Jeez, how can you possibly mess up a body pillow? It’s not like there are similar things. It’s a really big—”
“So, you meant to send me that? Because that’s what I got,” I say, a little confused.
He laughs out loud. “Yes, I meant to send you a body pillow.”
“Uh, can I ask why?” I try to sound happy but still uncertain.
“Since I can’t be there to cuddle up with you tonight when we watch a movie, I wanted you to cuddle up with the pillow and pretend it’s me.” His voice is uplifting and adorable.
I can’t help the giggle that escapes my lips.
“It’s lame. I’m sorry.” He sighs.
“No! Oh my God, it’s the cutest thing ever.” I unwrap the plastic wrap from the pillow and curl up with it on my couch. “It’s my own personal Drew. And it’s something I’ll be able to use, even after this quarantine is over and when you’re gone for away games.”
“Exactly!” he says, proud of himself and his idea.
“I think I’ll take the pillowcase to my friend who has this machine that prints pictures on fabric. I can have your face printed on it and lie with you at night.”
“Okay, now, you’re getting weird.” He laughs, and I can tell he’s being playful.
“Hell no! I want my Drew pillow. You’re the one who put the idea in my head. If you haven’t found out yet, I’m an all-in type of girl.”
“Yeah, I can tell. But it might be freaky, sleeping next to a blown-up picture of myself.”
“What if I hide it until you’re gone?”
He laughs. “I’d still know it existed. What if someone saw it and we had to explain?”
He can barely hold in his laughter at our ridiculous conversation, but I love that he plays along with my crazy ideas.
“Hmm … okay, that might be weird. People might think I dry-hump the pillow when you’re gone.”
His laughter radiates through the phone, and my cheeks start to hurt from smiling so big.
“What if I have the Giants logo and the number twenty-four printed on it with Miller somewhere?” I ask.
He thinks about it. “Okay … I’ll agree to that. That would be cool. I can see that lying across the back of our bed. Yeah, I’d like that actually.”
“Our bed?” I ask in surprise.
“Hey, you’re the one who just said you’re an all-in type of girl. I’m just following your lead.”
I sigh kiddingly. “Hmm, I did say that, didn’t I?”
