Beads of color chased each other through the air while the boy sat silently on the hill. When the first colored bead, a blue one, caught in his long wavy hair he jerked up, out of his thoughts. He looked around and caught one of the beads, a violent red one, and he cracked it open and ate the glimming lines that reared up from the inside.
They were delicious, and once the first was eaten, they all wanted to be eaten. They swarmed in, towards the boy on the hilltop, all wanting to be first, all wanting to be devoured by his sweet mouth. None of them noticed that they didnt leave the boy time to swallow, and as darkness closed in on him he was more and more surrounded by colorful beads.
The pillow was choking him.