Okay. Now that I've done the attention-whore thing with the tongue twisters, I'll make an "embarrassing" confession...:redface:
Usually, I sleep with my arms curled around my white fluffy teddy bear, Howard. When I was approaching adolescence, my parents tried to get me to stop sleeping with stuffed animals. My mother said, "You're not going to take that teddy bear to college, are you?"
When I went to college, I remembered my mother's words, and left Spike (Howard's predecessor) at home. Lo and behold, my new roommate unpacked in our dorm room, and proudly placed a large, plush Pooh Bear atop her pink comforter. Did she sleep with Pooh? Hell yes, she did! The next weekend, I brought Spike to college with me, and vowed never again to worry what other people thought about it.
I don't take teddy bears traveling with me (an extra pillow makes a decent enough substitute), but I guess I just have to cuddle something in order to sleep well. :wink: