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.


  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!

  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.

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