Chapter 18: The SnoozeCloud Effect

A Regular Monday with a Hint of Magic

The hallways of Riverview High School buzzed with the usual Monday morning energy. Students yawned, rushed to lockers, and dragged their feet into classrooms, their weekend freedom now a distant memory.

But amidst the chaos, a few stood out—not for their energy, but for their serene calmness. They moved as if gliding, their eyes clear, their steps unhurried.

These were the chosen few, the lucky recipients of "The Dozer V1 by SnoozeCloud", and while they had no idea about the pillow's secret, their soft smiles and bright eyes hinted at something magical.

Mrs. Thompson: The History of Napping

In history class, the students shuffled in, expecting pop quizzes and long lectures.

But Mrs. Thompson, standing by the whiteboard, looked unusually cheerful. She had a pillow tucked under her arm, its handwritten tag swaying gently as she moved.

"Good morning, class!" she greeted, her voice a soft melody.

The students, including Alex, blinked in surprise. Usually, Mrs. Thompson had a "Monday face", a grim expression that made even the bravest students whisper.

She placed the pillow on her desk and clapped her hands gently.

"Today, instead of a quiz, let's do a visualization exercise. Close your eyes and imagine… a world where the French Revolution was solved with naps instead of wars."

The classroom fell silent, not because they were focused, but because they were confused.

Tom, sitting beside Mia, whispered:

"Is she... okay?"

Mia giggled. "I think she's... dreaming while awake."

Alex, resting his head on his desk, mumbled:

"Good sleep... good history."

Tom and Mia: Pillow Talk

At lunch, Alex, Tom, and Mia sat under the oak tree, their favorite spot. Tom and Mia had their pillows with them, the handwritten tags fluttering in the breeze.

Tom, usually the king of sleepy complaints, looked uncharacteristically bright-eyed.

"I woke up so early, I actually had breakfast with my family," he said. "My mom asked if I was sick."

Mia, who often snoozed through first period, nodded.

"I reorganized my closet before school. My dad thought we were moving."

Alex, nibbling on his sandwich, responded with his signature sleep logic:

"Pillow... makes life softer."

Tom chuckled. "Yeah, softer and... weirder. I had a dream I was a pillow."

Mia burst out laughing. "Did you sleep on yourself?"

Alex's eyelids drooped, his expression dreamy.

"Best way… to nap."

The School Nurse: The Nap Whisperer

After lunch, Alex wandered into the nurse's office, not because he needed medical attention, but because he knew it was quiet and cool—a perfect nap spot.

The school nurse, who was typically a no-nonsense lady, sat at her desk, a cup of tea steaming softly in her hands.

When she saw Alex, her face lit up, her eyes unusually bright.

"Alex! Your pillow is a miracle!" she said, holding up the "Dozer V1" like a trophy.

"I took a nap on it during my break. A kid came in with a splinter, and I managed to remove it with patience and a smile. Usually, I just tell them to walk it off."

Alex blinked, his response simple:

"Pillow... makes splinters softer."

She laughed, a light sound that filled the room.

"If you ever need a nap spot, my office is always open."

Alex nodded, his eyes already searching for a cozy corner.

The Librarian: The Dream Keeper

His final stop was the library, where the librarian, a woman known for her strict silence policy, was humming softly to herself.

She was arranging books, not by genre, but by how comfortable they looked stacked together—a pillow fort in the making.

When she noticed Alex, her expression softened.

"Your pillow is incredible," she whispered, her voice as soft as the pages of an old book.

"I dreamt I was in a library of clouds. Every book was a pillow, and every page was a lullaby."

Alex, his pillow clutched close, responded in his sleepy tone:

"Books... good for naps."

The librarian, usually the warden of whispers, only smiled.

"If you need a spot to nap, Alex, I'll make sure no one bothers you. Just... no snoring in the biography section."

A Quiet Revolution

By the end of the day, the pillow recipients moved through the school with an aura of peace, while everyone else remained blissfully unaware of the pillow's magic.

There were whispers, of course:

"Why is Mrs. Thompson so... nice?"

"Did the librarian just... smile?"

"I think the nurse... hugged someone."

But Alex, as always, was oblivious to the stir he caused. His only thought was about his next nap, his pillow his only treasure, and his mind already drifting to dreamland.