Ever since I can remember I’ve had a thing for pillows. No, not the kind of “thing” where you like big puffy pillows by the dozen. I prefer a lack of pillow to be honest. I love them flat and cold. When I was younger I would dream of sticking my pillow in the freezer, but every time I was tempted, I’d remember my mom probably wouldn’t appreciate finding a pillow in the freezer, so I just suppressed the urge. I’ve had that same flat pillow my entire life. Buying a new one was out of the question, they are all way to puffy.
After we got married Jake bought a new pillow. Jake was going to get me one too, but I of course refused saying it wasn’t flat enough. After a few month of good use, I started to find a liking for his pillow and would sometimes secretly switch with him…shhh. I finally caved and decided to get a new pillow partly because it bothered me that our pillows didn’t match. So I bought the same pillow Jake had; or more accurately I bought Jake a new pillow and took his much better pillow that was flater due to a few months of use.
It was a big step in my life, leaving something from my childhood behind. However, I just couldn’t throw it away. Right now it sleeps in the closet awaiting the day for me to lay my head on it once again.
