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 be company, a bedfellow, almost. She placed it snugly on the pillow, smiled at it tenderly, blew out the light, and got in beside it.

It really was company in this lonely place. She laid one warm hand on its shiny fluted belly. Its spout curved towards her parted lips.

She thought:

"I am so happy I cannot sleep."

And, in a moment, she slept.