He started his Saturday at on Michigan Avenue. It was the safe choice—massive, reliable, and everywhere. The salesman, a man named Gary who took sleep hygiene as seriously as a heart surgeon, walked him through the "Sleep Goal" assessment. Leo lay on a dozen different rectangles of foam and coil while Gary talked about spinal alignment and heat dissipation. It was clinical and efficient, but Leo felt like he was buying a car, not a dream.

Leo had been sleeping on a mattress that felt less like a cloud and more like a collection of angry springs. After three weeks of waking up with a neck kinking at a forty-five-degree angle, he knew it was time. He didn't just want a bed; he wanted a sanctuary.

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