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As a child I used to always have to be under the covers, no part of my body hanging off the bed, closet door shut, and hallway light on, or there was NO WAY I ould fall asleep. Somewhere around 12 or so, those fears just went away. Now I regularly sleep with both of my feet hanging off the bed, just more comfortable that way.
I do remember sometimes, after my eyes would get used to the dark, I would turn stuff into my room into monsters and stuff. One time like the night before the first day of school, when I was like 10, I could've sworn that there was a withc sitting on a chair looking right at me. In my head, I knew that it was just my backpack slung over the back of the chair, but there was no way in hell I was gonna go move it.
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