Do you wake up as soon as you recognise the pillow your head’s been resting upon (all your life)? Or do you go back to sleep?
It is, indeed, a comfy pillow. But let’s call it out all the same, eh, dear worst-reader.
I recognised the fascist pillow I was sleeping on the first time I heard Rush Limbaugh use the words feminine/feminist and, yes, he went there, …nazi. This moment was/must have been about/around the mid to late 1980s. Femi-nazi, or the like. What a vulgar display and place to rest my/your head. I honestly cannot remember that pillow but I do remember the lighter fluid I used to light it up.
I eventually found a way to get out of the madness. I am an expat. I am worstwriter.com.
Good luck suckers.