The Pillow Fort

My bedtime routine includes an intricate routine involving five pillows. Yes, five. 

I'm kind of like "The Princess and the Pea," and can easily wake up with a sharp pain in my hip or knee or shoulder that I can't alleviate on my own. I know that seems high maintenance, but I've had plenty of years to perfect this routine, and if it is done right, I can sleep safely, comfortably, and soundly all the way through the night without waking up. Here's the breakdown:

Pillow #1: The Head Pillow
A full-sized pillow (the puffier of my two main pillows) goes under my head and neck, but not my shoulders. 

Pillow #2: The Leg Pillow
The other full-sized pillow (the flatter of the two) goes under both of my legs/knees, parallel with the head pillow.

Pillow #3: The Back Pillow
A half-sized pillow that is plush and squishy, gets stuffed into the small of my back when I roll onto my side, so I stay in place.

Pillow #4: The Knee Pillow
A large Pillow Pet goes between my knees, with its head supporting the back/crook of my knees.

Pillow #5: The Book Pillow
A small Pillow Pet stands on my bedside table and props up my Kindle, so I can read until I fall asleep.

It's kind of a lot to explain and remember, but after six weeks of practice my regular night-time caregivers are professional pillow-fort builders! Sweet dreams, ya'll... :)

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