Last night when Hub got into bed, I realized that I had flipped to a different side and lost one of my pillows. Per my usual, I reached behind me and began to grope blindly. I came in contact with the fabric of my pillow, squeezed my hand into it and tried to pull. Imagine my surprise when it was not as fluffy as my pillow, and it gave out a hefty grunt and smacked me. I hope I didn't leave a bruise. I like that part of his anatomy.