Oh my god. You see that one on the left? Bitsy?
Here she is, twenty-five years later. My mom got her for me when I was one because I used to have terrible, terrible nightmares. She’s got a big worn-off patch of fur and was my bedtime buddy up until college, when I was afraid I’d lose her so I started taking other, less important stuffed animals. Bitsy is my most treasured belonging.
I’m 25 and still sleep with stuffed animals. BRING IT.