It was a typical night for me, sleeping in a comfy cotton shirt and a pair of boxers, staring out of my window at the star-dotted blue canvas of the night skies. However, tonight, I was I tossing and turning restlessly under my blankets. I sighed. My heart was throbbing loudly and my body did not ease up on being overly active.

When I turned away from the window, I heard something flap outside and my gaze shifted at the rectangular opening to the outside. Suddenly, something big and brown flew through the window and crashed into my bedroom door. Stepping out of my blankets to investigate the mysterious object, it appeared to be brown and fuzzy, its skin reminding me of the fabrics used for plushies. I ran my hands on it, flipping it over to discover that it was a bat plushie with mitten-like hands. It had two beady plastic eyes, a small pink triangular plastic nose, and a mouth sewn to its face. I lifted it so that I could bring it to my bed, only to realize the length of the plushie was similar to my height, and it was not too heavy for me. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I placed it beside me and wondered how it managed to crash into my bedroom, putting my face closer to its face to inspect it more.

“Howdy!” It exclaimed, moving its mouth as it greeted me.

“Ah!” I screamed, backing away from the living plushie.

“Fret not, my child. I’m here to help you sleep! Just lie flat on your back and I shall be your blanket for the night!”

“Okay…?” I raised an eyebrow as I did as the plushie instructed, observing it leap and outstretch its wings, gliding over my body to cover me from neck to toe in its fuzziness. It felt like I was under a weighted blanket.

“Your body is so comfortable…” I said, wiggling around underneath the plushie’s wings, its head positioned beside mine.

“I’m Nightwing, but you can call me Nighty. Good night, young one,” it cooed into my ears, the fleecy fabric vibrating against my body on every word to calm me down. A wave of drowsiness washed over me and my eyelids shut gradually.

The next morning, I found myself underneath the bat plushie. As I wiggled out from underneath the plushie, I realized that it did not move an inch, even after I poked at it a few times. However, I did feel refreshed and energized, ready for the day. Giving the bat plushie a hug of gratitude, I ran off to start my day of fun. The bat plushie sat motionlessly on my bed, something I was eager to show my parents. An hour later, after I had breakfast, when I brought my parents to introduce Nightwing to them, but it was nowhere to be seen. Dismissing it as a vivid dream of mine, I went about my day normally, wondering if Nighty would return.

When the day had passed, I returned to my bedroom in my pajamas once more, discovering that Nightwing taking the entirely of space on my bed, its wings opened like it was welcoming me with open arms. Staring at its eyes intently, the bat plushie was blinking. It was alive again.

“Hello, little one. Go ahead and lie on my body,” Nightwing beckoned with a wing, but I was hesitant to approach the plushie. “It’s alright, take your time.”

As I positioned my back against the fuzzy plushie, it was like lying on a shifting carpet as my body pressed down into its puffy belly. Wrapping its fleecy wings around mine, it simulated the sensations of a sleeping bag, encompassing my body in a relatively tight embrace. It was comfy enough for me to sleep smoothly through the night.

“Mmm… You’re so soft!” I remarked, squirming about within the fluffy cocoon.

“You wanna know what’s more comfortable?” As the bat plushie spoke, I could feel the vibrations on my back, causing me to be slightly drowsy. “Give me a moment.”

I felt the plush material within the wings shift and massage my body, a tingling sensation presenting itself from my wrists and ankles all the way up to my neck. At the front, the sound of zipping could be heard. Releasing its wings from my body, I was in a bat onesie with wings similar to Nightwing’s. To complete the look, the bat plushie flipped a fleecy hood with bat ears attached onto my head. I turned my body around to face Nightwing, hugging the plushie while nuzzling it to sleep.

“I love you, Nighty. Good night!” I uttered as my body sank slightly into the puffy stomach of the bat plushie.

“Sweet dreams…” Nightwing said, vibrating his stomach like before to let me have a better night of rest.

Upon rising in the morning, I noticed that two things were different from the night before. Nightwing had disappeared, and I still had the onesie on me. Changing out from the bat onesie, I placed it neatly at the side of my bed and took off for the day, leaving my bedroom to await another magical moment at night.

Another day had passed and I yearned to see Nightwing again. Returning to my bedroom, I was surprised to see the onesie hung up beside the window and the said bat plushie sitting on the edge of my bed. I sat beside the plushie and turned to it, my face displaying a subtle frown.

“Nighty?”

“Yes, my dear?”

“Why do you always go in the morning?”

“I’m nocturnal, meaning I’m more active at night. If you want me to stay, I’ll be here all day if you’d really wish.”

“I don’t want you to go…” I voiced out with tears welling up in my eyes, hugging Nightwing from the side.

“There, there…” The plushie used its mitten hands to caress my back. “I’ll tell you what. Since I’ve made you sad, maybe I could make it up to you by letting you be more comfortable?”

“How?” I asked, sitting upright, staring at the bat plushie beside me, rubbing its mittens against its front.

“This might be a bit tricky for you…”

I watched as the plush revealed a hidden zipper on its fluffy front, opening up to its cotton-stuffed interior that appeared to have a child-sized space to fit for my body.

“Climb into me. It’s quite cuddly in here.”

Slipping my legs first, the stuffing parted just enough for me to slot them in. As my feet reached the end of the bat plushie’s legs, the stuffing converged against my legs, pressing them gently while giving me adequate freedom to bend my knees and ankles. I proceed to fit my arms through the sleeves and found my hands in its puffy mittens. I clenched my hands to give the mittens a test and it was like the woolly mittens my parents would make me wear in the winter. Nightwing assisted by adjusting the sleeves and its body, ensuring I was still loving the softness. The next part was scary for me as my face had to enter the plushie’s head.

“Don’t worry. I won’t bite. Just flip it over your head and you’ll be as happy as a child can be to sleep!”

Mustering all the courage I had, I took Nightwing’s plush head and wore it over my own. I could still see, but through the plastic beady eyes of the plushie. As the zipper moved on its own accord to suit me up fully in the plushie, the stuffing squeezed on my body like a cloud in the sky. It was like a plush costume now, way cozier than the onesie Nightwing had given me. Eager to test the suit, I got on my plush-covered feet and walked around the room in it, even extending the wings and hugging myself through the plushie suit. I relished in the cushy experience that the bat plushie was giving me by letting me be inside of it. Returning to my bed to get some shut-eye, Nightwing moved my arms to fold its wings around me, and slowly but surely, I dozed off in the plushie’s body.

When I awoke in the morning, I found my face buried in Nightwing’s fuzzy chest, dressed in the bat onesie once more. However, the plushie was motionless like the first day I met, and as promised, Nightwing did stay around this time. Stepping out of my bedroom to show my parents the bat onesie it had given me, I could not wait for the following nights for it to come alive to give me more comfortable nights of rest.