She moved to the second, a plush, overstuffed mountain. "For the Side Sleeper . You need loft. You need a buffer to keep your shoulder from collapsing and your neck from kinking. This is for the dreamers who hug the world."
He bought it, went home, and slept for twelve hours straight. He woke up not as a ghost, but as a man. He realized the "best" pillow wasn't the most expensive one—it was the one that finally let him forget it was there.
In the quiet town of Somnus, Arthur was known as the "Walking Ghost." He had spent three years trapped in a cycle of neck cricks and 3:00 AM ceiling-staring. His current pillow, a lumpy rectangle he’d owned since college, had the structural integrity of a wet pancake.