Sleep for me is hit or miss. The pillow has to have just the right fluff, the comforter not too heavy, but heavy enough and there must be no snoring. A condition for more consistent sleep was discovered recently purely by accident. Each night I snap the ends of a fleecy navy blue travel pillow around my neck. I sleep like a baby; I am unsure that I even move. Perhaps this feigns being supported and cradled by my mother? I miss her so.