Cloud sighed as he snuggled deeper into the warm, soft pillow. The bed is very comfortable, so different from what he's used to. He finds it very pleasing, and though it is far from making him feel peaceful and settled, even for one night, the physical comfort takes his mind off the Darkness.
But then he falls asleep, and not even the softest feathers could get rid of these horrid nightmares about fire, and blood, and long forgotten figures.
He whimpers and subconsciously grabs a pillow and hugs it tightly; seeking for a kind of comfort no object could give him. What he need is Light, strong enough to shine upon the Darkness that had plagued him for years.
Will he ever find it? Did he even deserve the Light?
He hasn't found the answer to his second question yet, but soon he finds out that the Light is very close, and comes in the form of strong arms wrapping around his midsection and chocolate strands tickling his neck.
For the first time since he was a kid, Cloud had slept serenely and dreamlessly. The pillow be damned.