I just read an advert for smart pajamas. I do not want smart pajamas. Smart pajamas would tell me to put the phone away, stop making poor life choices, eat more cruciferous vegetables.
I want stupid pajamas. Pajamas so stupid that they are willing to grow soft and old with me… that will listen to me fret away another hour…wipe the tears and crumbs of another midnight snack… Pajamas that don’t understand a thing I’m feeling, but tell me each night I love you, let me give you a cuddle, let me hold you even as you shudder, even as you dream…