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Humorous Fiction
What Happens When You Want A Pillow Too Intensely
A Lesson Learned
I have a disease. There is no official name for it, and it has never been diagnosed. I may be the only person on Earth who has it. I don’t even know what to call it. But I am compelled to search for the best pillow in the world. This compulsion nearly ruined my life. Here is my story.
It all started innocently enough. I was a child. My parents were responsible for providing me with a pillow to rest my head on at night. Since they were loving, thoughtful parents, they fulfilled this parental duty without hesitation. And my head rested easy on the fluffy pillow they purchased. On hot summer nights, I delighted in turning my pillow over to get to the cool side. It was one of the first pillow tricks I learned.
One Christmas, we visited my Grandmother, and slept at her house on Christmas Eve. My Grandmother had real feather pillows. Oh Danny Boy, what a treat. Although I was only four years old, I realized the difference. After some quick research using my Grandma’s encyclopedia set, I discovered that the feathers used in feather pillows are small and curved. This gives them a lovely spring-like quality. In fact, the feathers are stronger than carbon fiber, which hadn’t been invented back then, and still isn’t used in pillows today…
