Empty pillow

He returned home with a calm joy in his chest. He threw himself on his bed and felt nothing of the world except the beating of his heart. He looked at the pillow next to him and saw it with the eyes of his imagination. He saw her wide eyes, her plump lips, her high cheeks, and her black hair. .. Like the curtain of the night.. He closed his eyes, took the pillow in his arms, pressed his lips to it...