You need forty-six pillows all over the bed."
Mal shifted first to his left side, then onto his back seconds later. He sat up, fixed the pillows, and then laid back down. No matter how he positioned himself, he couldn't seem to get comfortable.
"Mal?" He cursed internally to himself. He hadn't meant to wake Natara up.
"I'm right here," he said.
"What's going on? Are you alright?"
"I'm just fine," he reassured her. Mal felt her shift on the bed, and then the light snapped on. She turned back to him and gently laid a hand on his arm.
"Are you sure? I felt you tossing and turning." He smiled gratefully at her.
"I'm fine," he repeated. "I'm just having a little trouble getting comfortable is all."
"Well, what's wrong? Maybe I can help." He glanced at her with a guilty look on his face and she stared right back. He really didn't want to say, especially since she found it so comfortable.
"Mal..." she warned. "I'm tired and I want to go back to sleep, but I'm not going back to sleep until I know what's bothering my boyfriend. Tell me. You know you can always talk to me."
"It's nothing, really. It's just... Do we really need all these pillows? There's got to be at least thirty of them. I mean I either feel like I'm sitting up, or like I'm breaking my neck."