At some point, a girl must realize that she has to make room in her bed for things other than stuffed animals. I graduated from stuffed animals to a body pillow. I never really played with stuffed animals much so it wasn’t really a big deal. I mean I had my Cabbage Patch but I can’t honestly remember when I gave up sleeping with it. I had a pile of stuffed animals that stayed in the back of my closet that I kept for sentimental reasons but they didn’t take up space on my bed really.
By the time I was ready to leave for college, I had discovered body pillows. It was a way to sleep with a stuffed animal without the fear of being judged by my new college roommates. I don’t know why they were so comfortable but, I remember getting so attached to my body pillow that I couldn’t sleep unless I was snuggled up next to it. It sounds (and looks) looks a bit silly to say that but it was the truth. I remember other people who did bring stuffed animals to college and insisted that they didn’t sleep with them. Then there were those who opted for the “husband pillow,” a pillow that had arm rests. I just stuck with my body pillow.
It wasn’t a comfort in the psychological sense, but rather in the physical sense. It was warm. It was comfy. It was good for sleeping, it was good for sitting up in bed to read. It worked great as a floor pillow for movie nights. It was perfect!
Then the Husband came along and became a human space heater. My body pillow has been relegated to the back of my closet. A sad and lonely fate for such a comfy friend. To be honest, there just wasn’t enough room for all three of us in the bed. I think the Husband was getting jealous that I was making more room for the pillow than for him. But in my defense, the pillow never snored.
Now the Daughter on the other hand…she is constantly sleeping with every stuffed animal she owns and I wonder how she even manages to get comfortable enough to sleep when buried under all of “her guys.” She must though because every morning, she is up at the crack of dawn, talking to them in her bedroom, reading stories to them, quietly waiting for me to wake her up.
This post was written as part of May’s NaBloPoMo. This month’s theme is comfort. Today’s prompt: “Do you still sleep with a stuffed animal now?” If you do, it’s ok. You can admit it – this is a judgement free zone.