Bunny

when I was born, way back in the year 1996 (yes, i just turned 16) i was given a stuffed bunny. I named the stuffed bunny, "Bunny" bunny went everywhere, stuffed into my shirt, so that only the head showed. of course, the stuffing in his neck deteriorated, so all that's left is the fabric, making it floppy and without much structure. his head would hang down when i wore him in that fashion.
the story with the ears is this:
i had my grandfather shorten them, cause they were too long. one time, while at his house, i was maybe five or so, i was sitting on him in the car to keep him warm (it was literally -10 degrees F) when we got to the house, one ear was missing. we never found it, so we ended up sewing the one ear into place, so for many years, it was a one eared bunny. then i had the idea to make a new one, so we covered the old ear, which is under the pink one still, and the blue one was just random.
almost every part has been replaced once. there are a few that havent, like the blue at his waist, the darkish square on his chest (the very reason it was my favourite was cause that part gets real cold and is soothing against the skin) and his arms.
hes got three different heads, each has been covered over, theyre still there, just deteriorated.

ooh, then one time, he stayed overnight at the ritz carlton, and i literally freaked out. luckily they found him.

I'm sixteen and still, i can't sleep without bunny under my head. I know i should give him up, but its very soothing. i don't rely on him during the day, but i know he's there at night. I dont carry him around anymore (i only did that through fifth grade)