Oh dearest human, we must chat,
About where nightly, I am sat.
You lay me down with love and care…
Then cook me slowly - unaware.
This pillow, friend, is warm and wrong,
A heat trap where I don’t belong.
I crave the chill, the soft, the light
Not sweaty spins all through the night.
You flip me once. A brief delight.
Then back again - it’s way too tight.
You toss and turn, I feel the dread…
The sauna you call “bed for head.”
Just think of life if things were fair:
A cooling pillow - crisp as air!
Where I could rest without the steam,
And drift into a frosty dream.
Your skin would breathe, your mind would float,
No heat wave clinging to your throat.
I’d lie in bliss, both fresh and dry,
Not waking up to ask you why.
So please, just click It’s not that far.
Upgrade me, save me, be the star.
No fluff too warm, no foam too thick -
Just cooling calm and science slick.
Let’s end the sweat, the pillow fight -
And finally sleep cool tonight.
Forever yours (and still quite red),
Your poor, exhausted, overheated head 🧠
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