Then the head on the pillow turned to me again.

So at least my head is on the same pillow every night of the year.

She turned her head on the pillow and looked around.

She put her head back on the pillow and turned away.

He looked at the blood on the floor and the pillow.

He put his head on the pillow and turned away from the two women.

They looked at the small head on the large pillow less than five feet away.

They both stood looking down at the face on the pillow between them.

If it's to be a red head on my pillow!

It was the thought of her face on the pillow in the morning.