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Rated: E · Non-fiction · Biographical · #2272154
Another true story.
As a child, I was scared of the dark, just like anybody else was. When my dad put me to bed, he'd read me a bedtime story. I'd always pick the thickest books, trying to keep him in the room as long as possible. But, I was about 7 or 8, and I didn't understand that he had to go to bed at a certain time so he would wake up early enough to get to work.

So, as he left the room, he'd turn the light off. The little nightlight came on beside my bed, and even with a nightlight, I was still afraid of the dark, because past the footboard of my bed, it was pitch black. So, I'd always end up falling asleep at about 2 or 3 in the morning, and wake up at 6 because that's when mom woke me up to get ready for school.

And, since I only got about 3 or 4 hours of sleep instead of the usual 9, I was SUPER tired when I got to school. I could barely do my work, and then my head would hit the desk because I'd fall asleep. After a few weeks to a month of that, mom decided to get me a lamp. The type of lamps on the nightstands like you see at Ikea, but it wasn't as good as Ikea, because this was the 90's.

After that, I'd fall asleep perfectly, because I could finally see past my bed, and tell myself that the coat rack wasn't a ghost, the curtains weren't demons, and that there wasn't a monster in the closet. After that, I got the 9 hours of sleep I needed(I went to bed at about 9:00 pm and woke up at 6:00 am). After that, I was alright!
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