Inside Out Angry Bird

It cuddles and squishes me every night,
keeping me warm.
It stares at me like a snake
waiting for its prey.
The bird has a giant beak,
sharp claws and a chatterbox.
It is as angry as a bull,
to change it is as confusing as a crossword.
At night I wonder what is inside it,
once I thought there were evil troublemaking elves in a perfect home.
It is special to me because I went into a rose garden,
the time I was on holiday,
and to the Grade 2 Sleep Over.
It smells of roses.
Can you guess what it is?