We have two couch pillows that have followed us through three houses. The collection has been added to over time, but these two. Perfect for napping.
One is rather flat, but firm. A foundation pillow, ready and willing to work in combination with the other to grant perfect head and neck placement.
That second pillow. Soft as the proverbial downy chick, yet resilient, able to maintain its shape and fluffiness to swaddle the head in a cloud. Cumulo-nimbus.
Over the years, they grew tatty. The flat one's blue faded from bright to grey. The white fluffy one fought valiantly to retain its color, but yellowed as the years passed like a wise man's tooth.
Both pillows were in the trash when we pulled it out to the curb last night. I wept like a child.
Mrs. Judson was right to be upset about the state of her pillows.
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