Mr Farmer's name is not Johnny. And I am not the one sleeping with Johnny.
Baby sleeps with Johnny. Johnny is her giraffe. We bought her this giraffe for Christmas a few years back. She used to be able to sit on him. We got him basically because you can stick your finger up his nose. I know, we're weird. We know this.
He has a few seams that need mending and his internal structure has some breaks in it now. So now he is good for looking at.
And apparently sleeping on.
I don't know how someone can sleep in that position. But Baby can do it.
The next night, Christmas night, she fell asleep like this again. Only this time she had her dream lights shining directly in her face.