You've been married awhile when stay-up-late, work-be-damned, tell-me-again-about-band-camp pillow talk turns into talk about pillows. You lie among the assortment and chat about their heft, softness, thread count, down count. Yes or no to memory foam.
Improvements could be made. There are now pillows made specifically for side sleepers. A satin-covered full-size body pillow could be invited in, to share in a very vanilla threesome. Small round pillows are available. But no.
Endurance. Making do. Loving what is. Old shoe. The marriage itself is that flat old pillow that must be folded several times, orgami-like, to lift the nape just perfectly so from the mattress. It stays.