" Shh,” Bat whispered, not wanting to disturb the skunk, still curled in his arms, the end of his tail tucked over his nose. “He’s right here.” Mom came into the room and across to the bed, peering over Bat to see the sleeping skunk. “Oh,” she said, “he’s with you.” “We took a nap,” Bat said. His arm was stiff and tingly from being in "

― Elana K. Arnold , Bat and the End of Everything (A Boy Called Bat, #3)