Hotel Room, You’re The Real Comforter

What clever marketing, to call a comforter a hotel comforter! Everybody loves sleeping in hotels.But are hotels known for their excellent bedclothes? One supposes they might be durable, in an institutional way. They have to hold up to more frequent laundering than their average household counterparts. But thats true of prison flatware too, which hasnt garnered it any prestige in the retail space.Ive only ever looked upon a rental beds sheets and blankets with suspicion. What tawdry couplings transacted across these textiles? And how thoroughly sanitized have they been since?But while I never fail to contemplate the many, many, many various and terrible ways in which previous guests must have defiled the comforter in my hotel room, in the end my sleep is never troubled much by them. In hotels, I sleep like a used bookstores old-ass resident dog. Thats due to the one special, relaxing feature common to all hotel rooms, and it aint the linens:My problems are mostly outside.That bathroom? Not my job to clean. The floor? Un-strewn with my childrens toys. Virtually every trivial-but-unresolved item on the mental to-do list that low-grade nags at me all day, every day of my life? Hundreds of miles away. Nothing to be done about it from here.In the hotel, theres nothing to do but marvel at how many superhero TV shows there are now, and get your much-needed sleep. Your everyday life and its hassles are far away, and unless you checked in on the lam not getting any closer while you snore the night away. It would take a pretty shabby comforter to counteract the restfulness of that situation. And this here is no shabby comforter. Does it resemble one you might find in a hotel? Who cares? As long as you sleep under it less like your stressed-out home self, and more like your carefree hotel self.