The Case of the Elusive Pillowcase

Eight months ago, my wife kindly made a new pillowcase for me. One of the pillows I sleep with is a four-foot body pillow, which is great for wrapping around and relieving some back pain. The problem: every year, when the winter comes, I really don't feel like wrapping around a cold pillow.

Janelle solved this dilemna for me by making me a flannel pillowcase. Very comfy. As winter came to a close in Bryan, TX (I think that was back in mid-January...), I began to look for my old pillowcase. After all, nobody wants to wrap around a flannel pillowcase when it's 80 degrees outside, with a humidity of 1 billion percent.

But I couldn't find my old pillowcase. I looked in the linen closet. I looked in drawers and the under-the-bed storage boxes. I started looking for it in weird places (maybe it got stuffed in the couch, or or behind the blender?).

Last night, I was getting ready for bed, once-again mourning over my lost pillowcase. The body pillow had gotten all bunched-up and out of place, so I picked it up to shake it and even it out. And as I picked it up, I felt a strange mass at the bottom of the pillowcase. No. I can't be. But I knew it was.

I found my long-lost pillowcase - in my pillowcase. For months, it had been hiding from me, thwarting my search attempts and preventing me from having temperature-comfortable sleep. But I vow that it shan't happen again!

Now, I wonder where I put my David Crowder cd...