Welcome to bed, Mr. Hemsworth

I finally remembered to return my memory foam mattress the other day. It was getting old. I think it developed Alzheimer’s disease. It forgot who I was. It kept calling me Chris Hemsworth. I definitely confuse myself with Mr. Hemsworth, but no one else seemed to, except for my mattress. Don’t get me wrong. I was flattered by my mattress – but the foam body impression awaiting me didn’t exactly match up.