My Feather Pillow

My feather pillow is my gift from God...no seriously I LOVE MY FEATHER PILLOW. It's not a lush, expensive pillow from the top home decor store, but rather a flat as a pancake, about 30 year of brown, stained feather pillow. It came from my grandparents house when I was little, so it does have some sentimental value to it. I have slept with it ever since I can remember. It even has my name written in it from when I would take it to slumber parties when I was little. My appreciation for the pillow didn't heighten to the extent it is today until I moved out of my parents house and had a place of my own. Not only does it have hints of home, but when I hold it real tight to my nose I can smell my grandparents house. You know that stuffy, old person smell that I usually hate so much but hey what can I say, in this case it is nostalgic. When I was in third grade I lost my blankie. I was absolutely devastated. In some ways I think that the pillow replaced the blankie. I sleep with my feather pillow every night. I have to have it bunched into a ball under my head or I just do not sleep well. For instance, last nights it feel on the floor and I didn't know it till the morning, but all night I had terrible dreams and just could not figure out why. I think that my feather pillow has to be part of my nightly sleeping routine or the sleep is just ruined.