These pillows have been filled with the downy feathers of two week old baby FlufferBirds, lovingly plucked by VestalVirginBots, spun with the hair of plump burbling blonde babies and stuffed in something that also has an astronomically high thread count. Your head is sunk in one, and while it supports you perfectly, just perfectly, you’ve no peripheral vision and your ears are covered. No wonder you slept so well.
This mattress is...kinda weird.
As sleep recedes slow and gentle you open your eyes. Great veils of velvet obscure the ceiling. And the walls. You raise your head, but don’t quite escape the pillow.
"Good morning," the ButlerBot says. "I trust you slept well. Will you be taking breakfast in bed today?"
a. Not this morning, please pass my clothes.
b. Yes! I want a crocodile steak. With tomato sauce. And a toasted muffin. Is there any vegemite?
c. Wait…er, where am I?