Originally Posted by frazod
Upon reflection, I would have to say my most prized possession is my pillow.
The pillow that was issued to me by the United States Navy 29 years ago onboard the USS Concord. It's a super comfortable feather pillow that you just really can't find anymore, at least not for a reasonable price. So I stole it from the ship, kept it all these years, still have it, and still use it, or I should say, I still have and use what's left of it. I doubt if there's much left of the original lining, and probably 15-20% of the feathers are gone, but that's okay, because even with its three additional liners, in all it's tattered, battered, ancient feathery goodness, it's the most comfortable pillow ever. It's outlasted my hair, my ex-wife, everybody that came between her and my current wife, six jobs, nine pets, ten cars and probably 20 moves.
I once left it at a hotel in my hometown, realized I forget when I got back to my house, called the hotel, verified that they hadn't thrown it away, and had my best friend go get it and keep it until the next time I visited, and I was pissed off about it every night when I went to bed without it. I don't think I miss my wife that much when we're apart. In fact, I'm sure of it. My pillow doesn't snore.
That's my pillow, goddammit. Much like my guns, you will have to pry it from my cold dead hands.
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