Sleeping with the yeti

Cuddling with a furry toy in bed used to be my childhood playground, imaginary worlds and fantasies spawned in an overactive mind of a young kid. Now, a furry toy lies in my bed, its beady eyes staring back at me, its mouth a crooked smile, its soft white fur reeks of nostalgia and security.

Perhaps I’m a little too old to have a plushie sleeping next to me, but surely an awkward little yeti would bring a smile to any grown-up. Surely it’s alright to have a non-living thing seizing your loneliness by its reign, watching you silently in your room, listening, bidding time.

Because I sure as hell don’t wanna sleep alone any much longer.