After three days of watching me bounce out of bed, Sarah’s skepticism was cracking.
“Fine,” she said that night. “Let me try your oh-so-amazing pillow.”
Sarah is even pickier than me. She is a combination sleeper, starts on her back, ends up on her side. Every pillow we had tried was either too high for back sleeping or too low for side sleeping.
The next morning, I woke to find her already awake, staring at the ceiling.
“Well?” I asked.
She turned to look at me. A full head turn, not the careful neck rotation she usually did.
“I hate that you were right,” she said. Then quieter: “Where do we order another one?”
