I have been wanting to invest in a good pillow for years. Dave tried to buy one for me last year, but it was too firm for my liking and ended up on my son’s bed instead. Since then, every time I do the laundry and look at his full pillow, I tell myself that I need to replace my flat one. Last week, I finally did.
On Friday night, I headed into a local bedding shop to look at pillows. I had already done my research and had a fairly good idea of what I wanted, but I needed to see it in person. Feeling a bit like Goldiocks, I tried three until I found one that was just right. However, it was not in stock so I needed to pick one up from another store. Luckily for me, my Goldilocks pillow was available at a store on the way home so the sales representative called to arrange for me to get it.
“Hello, this is Store 69 calling,” she began. I looked at the ground and I started to giggle. I looked up again and felt myself turning red. I bit my lips closed. “Deep breaths, Cynthia. Deep breaths.” I couldn’t even hear what she was saying on the phone.
“I’m sorry,” I said as she hung up and I broke into laughter. “But what an unfortunate number for a bedding store to have! I have been teaching 13 and 14 year old boys for years and, suddenly, that part of my brain lit up.” Then, she started to laugh with me.
Now that I have slept on my new pillow for a few nights, I don’t know why I waited so long. I guess looking after myself really is foreign to me but I am slowly realizing that I need to do more of it. My Goldilocks pillow, the one that was just right, is exactly what I needed. For the past two nights, I’ve slept through most of them, which I haven’t done in years, and, more importantly, my shoulder isn’t aching when I wake up.
Now that I have more time on my hands, I plan on getting a lot of use out of my Goldilocks pillow – one night at a time.