today I noticed an odd phenomenon. Maybe that is too strong a term, lol. Maybe an odd THING is a better term.
Every night since I was a baby, I have slept with my favourite soft toy. He's always been somewhere in my bed, or I used to have difficulty sleeping til he was found.
Anyway, as I got older, as long as I knew his vague location, everything was fine. But the last couple of weeks, I've woken up with him CLUTCHED in my arms. CLUTCHED I say.
Seriously. normally I might have a hold of him losely, or he may be near my head somewhere but this morning I woke up and he was tucked half underneath me, snuggled right in next to me.
And it was 30 odd degrees. Not the type of weather that encourages clutching furry animals. But I love him. The only boy who hasn't ever let me down. And, furthermore, the only one who will probably ever retain that status. Sad but true. You can't trust men.
Anyway, thats my weird, *why is she still sleeping with soft toys at age 20?!* story for today.
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