For decades I'd slept
On the same Soviet body pillow
Stuffed with feathers
It was a relic from the old country

It worked for many years
Until it developed stains
You couldn't wash
Feathers coming out

Finally it was time for a change
Especially when I got ill
It was a hindrance not a help
Searching and finding
But not the right ones

Just like Goldilocks
But instead of too big
Too small, just right

It was too firm
Too flat
Not firm enough
Too small
Too soft

Store after store
Town after town
Big name brands
To no name brands
No go nothing

The perfect pillows
Were alluding me
Until a random day
At HomeGoods

When I was tired
Of sharing pillows with my mother
My neck and head ached
We were determined
Were going to find them or bust!

Arriving at that fluffy white section
Of the store
Every bag carried two
So they had to both work well

Squeezing, taking each out
Laying down to find
My wonderful
And than
There they were!
I nearly fell asleep right in the store

Both fit me just right
My perfect pillows
Were Tommy Hilfiger
On a nice sale

Now it's been a few weeks
My head and neck are cradled beautifully
I didn't know what I was missing
But now I don't have to

Zzzzzz Sleep well Zzzzzz