Move over, Uber: I've found a better ride to Dreamland thanks to my new bedfellow and she doesn't even turn up the Magic FM to drown out my primeval grunts and gargles.
You see, I
sufferenjoy this sleeping disorder I call 'car-colepsy' which takes me from 0 to zZz in under 90 seconds - and before you ask, only as a passenger, never as the driver. You can leave your house now. For years, my lack of license to party with REM (of the dreaming variety, not the band) outside of the backseats of taxis was pegged to the factor that despite being born a whole 2 weeks late I'm still not ready to leave the womb for its white noise and gentle rocking delights. Short of installing Magic Fingers (I can't decide which side of the 'creepy or decadent?' line it shuffles over) I've tried everything - the sophomoric droning of Brian Cox, glasses of warm milk, anti-allergy bedding covers, heck, even redecorating my bedroom.
When Leesa got in touch with me with the promise of #BetterSleep I was at best curious, at worst, skeptical. What could their mattresses, as widely-lauded as they are in the US, do for me that my previous bed slabs have failed to achieve? Will I, despite their best of intentions, be condemned to a life of getting my shuteye in moving cars and hotel rooms? My fears were unfounded: after a week of testing The Leesa Mattress + an uninterrupted run of 7-8 hour sleeps, the blame for my once-chronic insomnia was shifted as quickly as it (my previous mattress) was shuffled into a removal van.
IN COLLABORATION WITH LEESA