Some people sleep with plushies... mine are a lot BIGGER...

It's been increasingly difficult sleeping and even resting ever since I got back from rehab.
To try to overcome this, I tried "centering," relaxing, and aromatherapy. And creative imagery.
But the thing that succeeded was sleeping with a fur.

Uh-huh. You heard me.
I took the time to create private time where I spend time with Chaz, Sergé's brother.
I close my eyes, and imagine myself as Kristiaan the human, in his hutch deep underground in the German Muldavian Forest.
His bed is Huuuuge, and he snuggles me into his arms, and we sleep. And it works.
No foreplay, sex, or anything, just cuddling and resting.

I told MW about it, and he drew me a very nice and BUFF picture of Chaz.
In the winter Chaz grows a very long, angora rabbit coat of black. Soft, yet massive.
Makes him look like a black Yeti.

So now you know. I enjoy plushies as much as my husband does.

da Moosie