Pillow Talk
Ordinarily, I like change. I think fighting the inevitable flow of life simply makes people upset for no good reason.
Sometimes this means letting go of the things we hold near and dear to our hearts, but that’s the price we pay for living in this modern world. As with most things, however, there are exceptions.
Like my pillow.
Somehow over the past decade or so, my pillow has evolved from a source of comfort and rest to a floppy piece of fabric unfit for man or beast. The thing has lost any source of support.
I stuck by my old friend for a long time. I would fold him up to try and make a half-sized pillow that would meet my needs, but that never quite worked. More often than not, I ended up with an arm underneath the pillow for some support, which would kind of help me sleep, but always resulted in my arm falling asleep.
We have plans to buy a new bed because our current mattress has seen better days, but we started the process the other day by shopping for pillows.