I love my pillow.
It’s just the right size. It’s just the right shape. Not too hard. Not too soft. And with its flannel, pheasant-pattern pillowcase, you couldn’t ask for anything more manly.
At the end of a long, stressful day, my pillow is always there, always waiting. It calls to me, inviting me to drop my load — at least for a few hours — and rest.
And y’know, that’s exactly where I’m headed.
Is this post a cop-out?
I hope not.
Because from the very bottom of my heart, today (and every day), I am GRATEFUL for my pillow!
Good Night, y’all…