Ode to a Pillow

It was embarrassing, but it had to be done.

When we moved, we bought a king-sized bed. Hal picked up some king-sized pillows for us a couple of weeks ago.

After several weeks of tossing and turning and punching the pillow and aching necks, we gave up. We had to find some different pillows.

Tonight, we went out on a quest for new pillows.

Now, I've always had a problem with buying pillows. It always seems like the pillow doesn't work until I break it in. I've also never understood how you are supposed to know what pillow is going to be good for you by just feeling it in a store.

Hal agreed -- and came up with a solution.

It was embarrassing, but it had to be done.

We tried out the pillows. On the floor. Of Target.

I don't even want to think about how dirty those floors were. At one point in time, Hal had picked his pillow, and I, after dragging my feet in the whole "experience the essence of the pillow" process, had three pillows lined up on the floor. I tried each of them. I tried them while lying on my back and my stomach and my side. I got over the embarrassment.

And I picked a pillow.

A pillow that does not form a "V" when I lay on my back, blinding my peripheral vision and making me feel like a dog in a cone.

A pillow that isn't so huge that I sleepily try to burrow into it at night.

A pillow that hopefully won't leave me with a slightly stiff neck in the morning.

What happened to the other pillows? They've been made into the sham pillows, the decorative ones we throw off the bed. Our bed is going to look so FANCY with all these pillows.

I will give a full report on the new pillow, which is, according to the label, "Firm." I hope the embarrassment is worth it.