Battle of the pillow top

For the last couple nights I have been sleeping in a bed not my own. Actually, that's wrong. Since May 22 I have not slept in my own bed because I was overseas - but only up until recently has my tolerance for foreign beds grown very thin.

Currently, I am staying at my mom's house - in the guest room. The bed I am sleeping on is something my stepdad called "a firm bed with a pillow top. You'll love it, absolutely love it!"

I am an advocate of firm beds so I was completely game with regard to trying out the new set up (despite my looming reservation about the pillow top thing). Unfortunately, the bed doesn't quite live up to my standard. I felt like I was sinking into goop from the moment I reclined on the thing. What's more, when you move or readjust your position, you sink back into your former position despite all you do to plant yourself down. The whole night I felt like I was in slowmotion quicksand. Quite possibly the most sleepless night I've had in a while. To add insult to injury, the bed is encased in some of the warmest bed coverings known to man - so not only was I sleepless, but I was sweaty, too.

I am casing out the floors in the house, looking for a good roost to call my own for the rest of the week.