Tomas is dreaming, if that works?
In reality, Tomas was lying asleep in his bed, curled up in a nest of blankets with his teddy bear.
In the dream, however, he was presiding over a tea party, in what looked to be a castle. Fancy woven hangings covered the stone walls, in bright colors with depictions of fantastic creatures of them. On the table, there was a feast of fancy little cakes, sandwiches, and various types of cookies.
The boy sat at the head of the table of course and several of his best stuffed-animal friends - including Pooky - sat around it. Each of the animals was eating and drinking just as if they were alive, however, and conversation flowed among them comfortably.
It was Tomas who jerked his head and looked toward the door to the feasting hall, as if he'd heard someone coming. "Is someone there? Would you like tea?"