Who doesn’t stuff their face in their warm laundry when it comes out of the dryer? I drape pants around my neck and wrap t-shirts around my head to feel the warmth during the cold months of winter. I think there is no better joy than being able to put your underwear on your head to keep warm during January freezes.
The only thing I love more than warm laundry is the cold side of a pillow. It’s bizarre that while I crave blankets in bed, all I really want is that chilly fabric against my skin. I think we all would admit to loving a flip to the cold side. Even on the coldest night of the coldest month in the coldest state, a cold pillow can’t be beat.
My ideal night of sleep would be on a cold pillow with a warm blanket, with the sound of peepers quietly echoing throughout my tiny little corner bedroom. My bladder would be empty, my wedding rings safely in my bureau, and my pajama pants perfectly aligned with my ankles (and not awkwardly wrapped sideways somewhere around my mid-calve.)
But in the real world, I lie in a bed with a chunky dog kicking me, my husband elbowing me, and my pajama bottoms hiked up around my knees in a way that makes me feel like I’m stuck in a spider web. The comforter is cold and the pillow is warm. My bladder is typically full around three am, and my dog’s internal clock wakes me before my alarm.
But in the middle of the night, when I wake to the howl of some sort of owl outside my window, I flip my pillow to the cold side, and all is well with the world.
My pillow.
