My own mattress is over twenty years old, and as you can imagine, has seen better days. Springs are popping out of it. It is not a place of rest at all, but I can't afford a new one.
How could I remember the mattresses I've slept on in a lifetime, I do not know. Not many of them made an impression, except for Jorma's mattress, which was ultra comfortable, and I think it mustve been one of those temperapedics. It was a pleasure.
I remember the futon me and Steve had when we lived together. May as well be sleeping on a rock, more or less.
I sat on a waterbed one. I don't think I like my mattress moving under me.
When I visited evie in San Diego/National City, there was a blow up bed for me. I blew it up with a fine young man named Jack Miller, and we got to test it out right nicely, too. Those were the days.
I keep seeing these commercials for Raymor and Flanigan mattresses. Sure wish I could sleep on one of them.
Come morning, when I've finally reached a deep sleep, I don't much mind my ancient mattress.