monkey love

so at the ripe old age of 27 I still sleep with a stuffed animal. his name is pete and he’s probably more well-traveled than the vast majority of the population. i was 17 when we met at yellowstone. love at first sight, really. c’mon, a monkey named pete(r)? he’s been to england, germany, italy, israel, the netherlands, poland, greece & several other locales. he even had a bath in amsterdam.
anyway, i don’t cuddle up with him every night, but sometimes I just need something to hold on to. i guess other people have their body pillows. those who sleep alone, i mean. even people with significant others don’t always hold onto their partners every night. i'm certainly not the girly-girl with frills and teddy bears all over her bed. is it really so weird that i seek out that comfort of a plush toy?