REPLACEMENT

My pillows have died. They fought bravely and gave me many years of excellent service, but they finally wore out before me. I treated them with respect. I never used them in a pillow fight. I never walked on them or used them to make me looked fatter. I already am fat enough. I washed them and re-fluffed them often. I really don't understand how it happened. I suppose it was gradual. I guess I didn't even know it was happening. I washed them in an attempt to give them new life or keep them somewhat fresh, but they began to yellow. They weren't even smokers. Their age began to show. However, unlike myself, with age they got thinner. They no longer held my head up with very much strength. My neck was often sore after a nights sleep, I loved those pillows so much I blamed the problem on my own old age. It could not have been their fault. I must have been my own. I slept wrong. It's hard to sleep right when you are sleeping and don't know what you're doing.

Reluctantly, I went looking for a replacement. I didn't tell them, I just left and began my search. I admit I was somewhat reluctant to have them find out I planned on replacing them. But they were failing. bad health, maybe arthritis. Certainly soft bones, a lack of calcium. Naturally I didn't know there were so many kinds of pillows out there. I had only bought one pillow that I recall. I went and got one of those memory foam things that is suppose to support your neck. I liked it at first. It wasn't as comfortable as my old pillows, but it provided support and I didn't have a sore neck. But eventually, actually rather soon, the memory pillow believed it was made of cement. It felt hard as rock and my head hurt just to lay on it. My neck was better, but my head was sore. I didn't like the trade off so I went back to the old standby's. Eventually I had to put two of them together, to seem like one. After a few years, the two felt thinner than one and the yellow was turning brown. I blamed it on too much sun. I didn't know how they were getting all that sun, but they were brown. One told me secretly and in confidence "stop slobbering." I couldn't help myself. I just kept drooling. Even duct tape didn't help.

I stopped blaming myself and did the deed. I had no idea there were pillows designed for how you sleep. Ones for people who sleep on their backs, on their stomachs, on their sides. I brought a side sleeper. It is wonderful. Soft, holds my head just right. Cuddles me, I think it cares like none of the old ones ever did. I was so upset with the way the old ones had treated me that I unceremoniously threw them in the trash and took them to the curb. I had put up with their nonsense long enough. Too long actually. Useless good for nothing things. Disgusting. I don;t know why I put up with it.