There’s a pillow somewhere that has your name on it. The right height. Softness, and a “memory” that’s non judgemental and guaranteed to wake you up energized. Everytime.
You’ll know it when you find her. Sometimes staring seductively from the edge of the king size bed as you enter your hotel room. You drop your head and immediately everything you were doing stops, and the world seems to move in slow motion, and you dig in deeper, turn to the left, the right and it feels perfect, and you enjoy parts of her that could sue Disneyland for claiming to be the happiest place on earth. Aah!
Some hotels have a whole bunch for you to choose from too, and even ask you about your preference at booking or checkin, and you blurt out your preference embarrassingly, only to realize how important that call was, because I’ve sometimes felt like checking out of a hotel staring lovingly at the pillow from last night in arm and wondering if I broke any biblical laws.
Come to think of it, a pillow is not a complex contraption at all – no fancy electronics, simple utility value, no false promises and that’s what makes her endearing. You can dress her up in fancy colours and throw her on the couch, fold, tuck, works well in groups of 2 or 3, especially helpful when you want to lighten up a party (pillow fights).
So there you have it. Wipe that grin off your face and go get yourself one. 🤦♂️