My pillow at home is fairly flat with a silk case which I adore. It was greatly missed on my recent travels.
The last bed had four concrete block-shaped “adornments” on it. If you put your head on them you had a serious 90 degree sleeping angle. They were deplorable, though I think they were meant to be “special.” Since we arrived late and exhausted that first evening we made the best of it – in my case, sleeping without a pillow under my head most of the night. I was too tired to swing myself out of bed and grab a hand towel for support, my fall-back plan.
We rectified the situation the next morning with feather pillows. However, I can’t help but think of the waste of laundry these blocks created, trying each one to see which was flattest.
Ah, it’s good to be back on my humble little piece of fluff, slowly working the kink out of my neck. If I have room, I’ll stuff my little gem in the suitcase next time!