Why this little house exists

I spent years waking up in tears from neck pain. I tried every pillow. Every position. Every "fix." Nothing held.

One night it finally clicked: the problem wasn't the pillow. It was that nothing was holding the one spot that kept collapsing — right under the crown of my head.

So I built one. A small stack of soft layers that lives inside the pillow you already love. And then I built this little house, so the people who feel what I felt have somewhere warm to land.