I’d sleep on whatever was on the bed. Hotel pillow? Sure. Random lumpy pancake from college? Why not. A decorative throw pillow that clearly said “I am not for sleeping”? Absolutely. I was pillow-neutral. Pillow-agnostic. Pillow-blind.
Then I tried the MVMI Pillow and now I’m… unbearable.
Like, I can’t bring it up casually. I bring it up like it’s a lifestyle. Like I discovered a new food group.
“Are you guys okay with Thai tonight?”
“Yeah, but have you heard about the MVMI Pillow’s patented multi-chamber design?”
The first night, I laid down and had this confusing moment where my body went, “Oh. So THIS is what we’ve been asking for.”
I didn’t wake up doing that weird pillow-folding origami where you punch it, flip it, stack it, karate-chop it, and then accept defeat.
I just… slept.
And now I’m the person I used to make fun of. The person who says things like “structure” and “support” and “fill migration” at brunch. The person who can’t go to a hotel without silently judging the pillow situation like I’m Gordon Ramsay of bedding.