As the alarm woke me up this morning, I realized I had clumped the blankets between my arms the way a child would cradle a stuffed animal.
I slept with a stuffed animal on and off during my childhood, and Eeyore came with me to college. I still have the stuffed animals from when I was very little, a polar bear and a monkey my father gave me.
I am so amused to watch my stepson when he comes over, as he gets ready for bed. The stuffed animals he has with him, from home and here, take up more room in the bed than he does. He still has a little bear from when he was first born, and we absolutely have to make sure that one is in bed with him before we say goodnight.
Obviously, I love cuddling with my husband and my cats. But there is something about curling your arms around a stuffed animal, knowing it will be in the exact same place when you wake up in the morning. Or, if you toss it around, it won't complain; rolling over on Eeyore's ear or tail didn't make him squawk. (Not that Eeyore would squawk. I mean, he's Eeyore.)
So, let us bring back the stuffed animal as a perfectly acceptable bed time companion, regardless of age or gender!