The fog of sleep hangs over your eyes and ears even when lucid. When you awaken from a deep sleep to something moving or stirring, it can take a few moments for you to truly understand what is happening. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, I was a child, and the noise slipping under my door from my parent’s television bathed me in a warm sense of safety and well-being. The bunk was empty, impeccably made with a dark blue blanket tucked in neatly, partially covering two rather bland white pillows. As imaginary battles and adventures took place between the toys on the floor, I couldn’t help but feel that my eyes were being slowly drawn towards the bottom bunk, as if something was moving in the corner of my eye. I lay on the top bunk, staring down at my action figures and cars strewn across the green-blue carpet.
While I was upset about sleeping on my own, I was excited at the thought of being able to sleep in the top bunk, which seemed far more adventurous to me.įrom the very first night, I remember a strange feeling of unease creeping slowly from the back of my mind. It was a happy childhood, during the day.Ī solitary window looked out onto our back garden, nothing out of the ordinary, but even during the day, the light which crept into that room seemed almost hesitant.Īs my brother was given a new bed, I was given the bunk air beds which we used to share. I couldn’t really complain because, even at that age, I understood that we did not have a large house and I had no real cause to be disappointed, as my family was both loving and caring. It was a small, narrow, yet oddly elongated room, large enough for a bed and a couple of chest of drawers, but not much else. As is perfectly understandable for a boy 5 years my senior, my brother eventually wished for a room of his own and as a result, I was given the room at the back of the house. I was 8 years old at the time and until then I had shared a room, quite happily, with my older brother. I can’t remember exactly when it started, but my apprehension towards falling asleep seemed to correspond with my being moved into a room of my own.
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