Kim bought a Tempur-Pedic neck pillow a couple of weeks ago. She loves it: her back no longer hurts in the morning and she's sleeping straight through the night. The bottom line is that she's thrilled. I'm not quite there yet.
If you've never seen a Tempur-Pedic neck pillow before, let me describe it for you. It's 24 inches wide, 12 inches deep, and 4 inches high. Unlike a traditional pillow, which is soft, fluffy, and malleable, a Tempur-Pedic neck pillow is a solid hard foam mass. It's not flexible. It maintains its size and shape. It's designed to support you and support you it does.
Given Kim's enthusiastic feedback so far, I'm certain that the Tempur-Pedic neck pillow really works for the person who's sleeping on it. My problem is that I'm not sleeping on it -- I'm sleeping next to it.
My nighttime sleep ritual is pretty well established. Like a little kid who needs to hear the same story, be tucked in with the same stuffed animal, and have one more glass of water each night before they fall asleep, I have my own pattern. I can't fall asleep without a little spooning. Trust me -- the Tempur-Pedic neck pillow was not built for spooning.
Last night, there I was, preparing for my nightly ritual. I slid my pillow over towards Kim and tried to get into position. Unfortunately, it felt like I was down in the basement while Kim was up in the penthouse. So, I decided to regroup. I squished my pillow together and puffed it up as high as I could. I pushed it over toward Kim and put my head down again. It didn't matter. It still felt like I was sleeping directly next to a solid cliff wall. Finally, I gave up, rolled over, and told myself that I was a grown man and could fall asleep on my own.
I eventually did fall asleep. But, I'm not sure I'm liking this new system too much. I may be asking for my own Tempur-Pedic neck pillow come Father's Day.
This is where the magic happens.
