Pillowiness

“What’s all this wonderful smelly stuff?” And she threw herself down on its redolent pillowiness, and the others followed her example.

He looked at her close. She could never. He would bet on it. All her pillowiness was gone. That dewy, bee-jelly push that flesh had when it was bent on doubling itself.

[…] I was pleased to imagine the caressive rounding and dulling of that abrupt eighth-inch drop from one floorboard to another by the wood’s slight give, by the stretch in the cane seat and the deformability of my bottom, by the pillowiness of my sweater, and by the resilient shock-absorbency of the lovably paired muscles in the nape of the Bug’s own neck, until it had become something that helped put her to sleep.