I was told, that even as an infant, I did not sleep at night. Neither did I cry.
I was told that I would be found at the foot of my crib, under the covers, as if I was hiding.
Later I learned, without being told, that indeed I was hiding. But I wasn’t afraid of the dark; I was afraid of what hid in the dark.
I’m all grown up now. I love the dark, I love the night. I can take refuge in the dark and the night covers me.
But I still fear what comes in the night; who hides in the dark; the monsters under my bed.
I don’t like to sleep with a lot of covers. I kick the covers off my feet, and my feet dangle over the side of the bed. But not for too long. As I sense my toes almost touching the bed frame, I quickly pull them back. Because there are monsters hiding under my bed. Waiting to pull me down; and under and then…
Unlike the little girl in this video, my monsters and I never became friends.