I am going to tell you my "Toy Story".
This week I am on a business trip. In my car there was a little ball belonging to my boss's daughter and I took it up to my hotel room so that it wouldn't roll around in the car.
I left the ball on the night table all afternoon thinking that it should be comfortable there.
Around 7 pm I left the room for a walk around the city and dinner. But as I was approaching the bedroom door I began to hear loud snoring coming from inside. Initially, I thought that someone had mistaken the room, but, however, I have found the basketball with my bed partially unmade and placed comfortably on one of the pillow. Therefore, I can confirm that I have suffered a Toy Story moment and in particular this toy was sleeping in my bed.
