I'm lying in my bed and I'm awake. Wide-awake. The witching hour is already over and soon I will be awakened. I am still a child and I am afraid of the dark.
I'm afraid of the wind, which can imitate the sound of a monster under my bed amazingly well.
But it's just the wind, my parents told me. Only the wind. I do not want to concede that I'm afraid of the wind! Rather there's a monster under my bed.
So I can be afraid of that monster instead of just the wind!
Also, the window shutter let a little amount of light into my bedroom. The problem is that the monster now crawls up the wall in front of me. I'm scared.
"It's just the shadow from this tree!" say my parents.
Night after night I'm afraid, night after night I cry into my sleep, but I cannot sleep long. Again and again, I wake up because I've heard the monster.
My parents don't react anymore. Maybe because I tell them that I'm not afraid anymore, and I only cry so softly that my parents do not hear me. If it is quiet, nothing bad happens!
I crawl under my blanket and play as if it were a small cave in which nothing bad can come. Under the shelter of the cave I lay motionless.
The cave is not allowed to move, otherwise the monster will see that I hide under it! (Even if it can not come under it, it just waits until I come out of it.)
In the course of this process I must have fallen asleep, the beams of the morning sun dazzle me. They save me. They are a sign that the night is over and the monster is gone.
My mom knocks at the door and shortly afterwards enters my room: "Get up, my little one!". Tired, but relieved, I fight out of bed. The breakfast is already ready.
"Did you sleep well?" my mother asks me.
"Of course!" I'm lying.
In those nights I don't have nightmares. Because most of the time I am awake anyway.