I snuggle at night with a large plush elephant from IKEA. He’s kind of a temporary substitute for my cat, his trunk usually resting across my neck throughout the night. My cat, who usually sleeps across my neck (when he is with me, of course), is kind of a temporary substitute for a person, I think.
But I still can’t imagine, no matter how creative I get with ideas, how a person could be as comfy or as cozy as my big stuffed animal or my soft, fluffy cat. Or be as adaptable as they are. I feel like I would just tell whoever it is to get off me and to give me space. Yet these animals are currently acting as sorts of placeholders for said whoever… quite a thought, me thinks.