Pillow Talk

The best thing in the world is my pillow it is exceptionally soft and supportive it is like a counselor of sorts, after an hour visit I feel like a new man. That is unless I spend too much time on my pillow; if I overdose on my pillow time I feel like a zombie that has just woken from a long night shut in a locked closet or garden shed or… something. Down pillows are very splendid indeed they have a completely different feel than the other synthetic-crap-filled-pillows. Down makes you feel like a humming bird floating on a cloud, one of those high quality clouds with a silver lining and the works. Oh how I wish I could use a down pillow! Alas I cannot, due to the small particle of organic allergenic particles that overtime get imbedded in the feathery insides of my down pillows I have learned that I cannot indulge in such bliss and comfort, I am banished to use artificial-synthetic-crap material on which to rest my poor poor head. Oh how this has sorrowed my soul for such a long time indeed. However as night turns to dawn, down turns to foam. Memory foam is a horse of a different color, it is soft yet firm it is supportive yet will conform to your personal issues, it is like a tailored suit or a handkerchief with you intitules embroidered in the corner by your mummsy. A memory foam pillow (MF-Pillow for short) is yours till you die; it will always be there, ever ready, ever hypoallergenic, ever understanding of your personal strife and worries. Pillows are magical creatures; they listen to your screams, they dry yours tears, they keep secrets, they don’t judge. Behind every great man or woman there is a pillow waiting. Where would we be without pillows?