ssusanna94
The pillow contorts to the shape of my head. It's comfortable, perhaps too much. I don't know why i let Adam convince us to buy it. Now i can't sleep, and i yearn for my old pillow. The one from childhood. I could find both kind of comforts in that one pillow. The smell from home.
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