I slept with multiple stuffed animals in the bed until I was 17, because I love cute stuff, and I can't sleep very good without my arm wrapped around something. I swapped my big bunny out for an extra pillow folded in half, because I needed to keep my arm elevated while recovering from an injury. Nowadays I have the stuffed lion pillow that was a parting gift from my best friend, who moved away when I was 8, (He died just a few years ago. His parents flew back and held the funeral close enough that I could attend.) I keep it underneath my normal pillow; I have the folded pillow to wrap my arm around, even though my injuries have fully healed; my stuffed animals are in a storage bin in my closet, while the big bunny overlooks the room from atop a dresser; and I get to snuggle up with my cats, who I shove the folded pillow aside for.