In a hotel room in Yuma, Arizona, I asked Jason to give me an extra pillow so that I could, you know, hug it while I slept.
So he threw one at me and yelled “HERE IS YOUR LONELYSHIELD.”
This is obviously the best word invented to describe my little pillow. You can use it if you want.
In LA I had to make do with one pillow, but in SF I consistently fell asleep hours before everyone else (you know, at 4am). Whoops, I’m a girl, sirs, give me your beds. Then invariably they’d find me wrapped around all of their pillows in some odd contortion, snoring away. Delicately!
Before my next visit, frends, buy me this:
it will save us all A LOT of trouble.