I was not one of those children who liked to cuddle with dolls while I slept. As a matter of fact, if there was a doll anywhere near me at bedtime, I would sling its ass in the closet or cover it with something. I didn't want it looking at me while I was sleeping. A child has to protect herself.
In my eyes, all doll faces were creepy. Especially the ones with the moving eyeballs.
I'd look at a doll with the most angelic face:
|She doesn't look "stabby".|
|He could take me in a fight.|
Eventually, I managed to find a snuggling alternative; I'd use pillows instead. There are no eyes to stare at you, no hands with which to stab you in your sleep.
And I'm still alive.