Friday, August 2, 2013

The Princess and Her Pillow

 Last night, I turned out the lights and crawled into bed. And discovered that one of my pillows was missing. I turned to my husband Calvin, a notorious pillow thief who sleeps with as many pillows as he can get his hands on. “Hey, you have one of my pillows.” He mumbled, “Sorry,” and tossed me a pillow. But it wasn’t my pillow.

The problem was that there was no way I was going to be able to sleep using his pillow. It is a loathsome marshmallow-like puffball. But I felt bad about asking for my pillow because I always had the nice pillows and he had the icky ones. But I really wouldn’t be able to sleep without the perfect pillow that molded to my head whose feathers could be arranged for exact support. So I said, “Uh, could I have my pillow. This one is yours.” And then I discovered that my husband likes his pillows and thinks that my pillow is a heinous lump like mashed potatoes.

So I’m going to stop feeling guilty about having the good pillows.



These look way too poofy.

4 comments:

  1. Carl has a special pillow that's supposed to help his back, so it's deliberately indented in the middle. There is no way I would ever be able to sleep on it, and he finds my pillows way too big and firm. So no chance of us ever accidentally switching!

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  2. Different strokes for different folks, huh? My husband likes a pillow that's so pancake flat I wonder why he bothers to use one at all.

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  3. You know, sometimes I actually feel more comfortable without a pillow than with one.

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