I've been sick for the last few days, and last night was just crappy. I was tired. I was sick. And I wanted to get to sleep. Those who know me will realize that if I want to sleep, then the situation must be pretty grave indeed.

So I got into bed, and was all ready to go to sleep, when I realized that something was wrong. I had a head cold. Felt stuffy. And then it struck me. When I was younger and felt like this, my mother would come into my room and ask me how I was. Then, she would get the humidifier, and tell me that I needed another pillow. She would go to the linen closet, get an extra pillow and a new pillowcase, and would gently place it under the pillow I was already using. There would be times when I didn't even realize that she had come into my room in the middle of the night to prop my head up. But she did.

And here I am, on my own in college, and longing for someone to place that extra pillow under my head. So last night, I got down out of bed, got an extra pillow, and did it myself. And as I lay my head down on those pillows, I was reminded of the way my world used to be.