I sleep with two pillows. One is somewhat firm; the kind you rest your head on as you’re drawn into your dreams. The other is soft and squishy. I call this my “hugging” pillow, and I rather abuse it nightly. I punch and squash it into shape before finally hugging it or sprawling over the top of it.
And
then there’s the “happy” pillow. Technically, I share this one with Desiree. It
doesn’t serve any practical purpose. I don’t sleep with it. It’s more of a
“show” pillow. It just sits there and tells us to be happy. And somehow,
looking at it makes me happy.
The
Happy Pillow
—Mitchell
Hegman
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