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Subject: Your thank you gift from your last Marriott visit
Date:  Fri, 2 Jan 2026 22:38:48 -0500
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The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting long stripes across the wooden floor. I sat with my coffee, the steam curling in the cool air, thinking about the weekend ahead. My neighbor, Sam, had mentioned wanting to try that new trail by the river. It's supposed to be lined with wildflowers this time of year. I made a mental note to check my hiking boots later; the laces were looking a bit frayed. The quiet of the morning was broken only by the distant sound of a lawnmower, a steady hum that felt oddly peaceful. I remembered reading about the history of the town's old bridge, the one down on Main Street. They built it over a century ago, using techniques that seem almost forgotten now. Every time I walk across it, I try to imagine the workers placing each stone, the sound of horses and carts instead of cars. It's a solid piece of craftsmanship, standing firm against the seasons. Sam says his grandfather helped repair it once, back in the fifties after a particularly rough spring flood. I should ask him to tell that story again next time we talk. The coffee was finally cool enough to drink. I took a sip, watching a sparrow hop along the fence outside. It's the simple moments, really, that stack up to make a day. Later, I might finally get to that book I've been meaning to start. The one about coastal gardens and the different types of soil. It's surprisingly detailed. Or perhaps I'll just sit here a while longer, listening to the world wake up. The choice itself felt like a luxury.
Marriot Hotels
A note regarding your recent stay
Your Marriot Stay: Pillow Set  Stay Access
Because your travels included a Marriot or partner hotel in the last twelve months, we are providing a two-piece luxury cooling pillow set at no charge to your household. After a brief questionnaire, you may also claim a two-night stay at participating locations, provided at no charge. You will not be billed for the pillows or the qualifying stay nights.
Program Summary: One pillow set per household. Total allocation is 800 sets. This opportunity concludes tomorrow.
Participate To Get Your Pillows + (2) Night Stay
Attributes of Luxury Cooling Pillows
Temperature-regulating materials for consistent comfort
Enhanced support for neck and shoulder alignment
Hypoallergenic construction for improved sleep hygiene
Breathable fabric that promotes air circulation
Durable design intended for long-term use
Moisture-wicking properties to maintain dryness
Quantities for the pillow sets are determined by the program. Access to stay dates and locations is based on program scheduling.
We appreciate your choice to stay with Marriot. Your perspective helps us enhance the guest experience.
© Marriot Hotels
The library was unusually quiet for a Saturday afternoon. I found the section on local architecture and pulled a heavy volume from the shelf, the cover cool to the touch. Dust motes danced in a sunbeam as I settled at a wooden table. The book detailed old building methods, how they used to mix mortar and set foundations. It was fascinating, a world of practical knowledge. I thought about how skills are passed down, or sometimes lost, and then rediscovered by someone with a keen interest. My phone buzzed softly in my pocket, a reminder about watering the plants. I had recently repotted a fern, and it seemed to be enjoying its new home by the east window. The leaves were a brighter green. Outside, children's laughter echoed from the park across the street. It was the sound of a game, maybe tag, full of energy and simple rules. I closed the book for a moment, just listening. It reminded me of summers spent at my grandmother's house, where the days felt long and full of possibility. She had a garden with tomatoes and herbs, and the smell of basil still brings me right back there. Later, I walked home, taking the longer route past the community garden. People were tending to their plots, kneeling in the soil. There's a rhythm to it, a patience. I nodded to a woman pruning her rosemary bush. She smiled and held up a sprig. "For cooking," she said. I thanked her, placing it in my pocket. The scent followed me all the way home, a fresh, pungent reminder of growing things. When I got in, I put the rosemary in a small glass of water on the windowsill. It would last a few days, at least. The evening was coming on, the sky turning a soft orange. I decided to make soup, something simple and hearty. Chopping vegetables felt meditative, a good way to end the day. The kitchen filled with warmth and good smells. Later, I'd probably watch an old film, something in black and white. Or maybe just read a little more. The choice, again, was entirely my own. It's these small decisions, these quiet hours, that build a life. Nothing grand, just steady and real. The soup began to simmer, a gentle, bubbling sound that promised comfort.

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Because your travels included a Marriot or partner hotel in the last twelve months, we are providing a two-piece luxury cooling pillow set at no charge to your household. After a brief questionnaire, you may also claim a two-night stay at participating locations, provided at no charge. You will not be billed for the pillows or the qualifying stay nights.
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<p style="margin:0; font-size:15px; color:#262626;"><strong>Program Summary:</strong> One pillow set per household. Total allocation is 800 sets. This opportunity concludes tomorrow.</p>
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<li style="margin-bottom:8px;">Temperature-regulating materials for consistent comfort</li>
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<li style="margin-bottom:8px;">Hypoallergenic construction for improved sleep hygiene</li>
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