Bear Stare

He watches me during the night,
not any sort of terrible fright.
My teddy bear at the side,
nothing my friend likes to hide.
His fur so majestic and rough,
he's practically just a ball of fluff.
His colour is a luscious brown,
royal as well like a king with a crown.
Smooth across the chest and head,
just like the times I go to bed.
Every night he's there for me,
in times of need, sadness, could be.
I could hug him at night, as odd it may seem,
though he's always there wherever you've been.