A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.

Last night I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't find my pillow. So, in my half consciousness I looked around as best I could. There was no pillow to be found so I scooched Jeremy over and slept on half of his pillow. When we woke up this morning Jeremy asked me where my pillow was, and I told him it had completely disappeared and he was kind enough to share his with me : ) Well, when I got up to get ready, I finally found my pillow...

Yes, it was found exactly like that, and yes I have a slight reccolection of stashing it there. I believe I was rock climbing in a cave with a box full of very important and expensive socks and hid it on top of the lamp in hopes that the bad guys chasing me wouldn't be able to get their grubby hands on them. What can I say? My imagination comes out in my sleep.