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The days were long but the nights were longer. My young, naïve mind had not thought of much of anything. It lay in a fetal state of awareness but not of what existed beyond the barriers of my bed. The bed beside me confused every corner of my mind. It creaked and moaned leaving an air of confusion. The slow creek of the mattress churned through the darkness. I sat in my bed awake; pondering what kind of monstrosity could be put near my defenseless resting place. My mind wonders what it dreams of, what images manifest in the deep labyrinth of its head. I was stricken with fear of what it could be. My mind froze while it created the wildest images possible of what it could possibly be. Perhaps a ghost from bodies long deceased, or my worst nightmares put into fruition.

Then at one heart pounding second bravery ran through my veins. I had to know what it truly was. Slowly, my body was wretched from its resting place to check up on this fiend. Inside its cage lied a small child, even younger than me. I couldn’t understand why something so small made the loudest noises of all. A small girl, cuddled for warmth like a puppy without its mother, churned and moved as loud as any denizen of the deep abyss. I had been triumphant and figured out what this human was truly capable. I felt accomplished and let the sandman whisk me away to his palace. For the first time, I realized that I wasn’t the only one with thoughts and ideas flying through my brain. Something like this must think like me. My brain had made its most important connection, parents and teachers no longer looked just like authoritarians, but people like me with thoughts and problems. I had seen them without a foggy haze, or masks of darkness and mystification.

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The days were long but the nights were longer. My young, naïve mind had not thought of much of anything. It lay in a fetal state of awareness but not of what existed beyond the barriers of my bed. The bed beside me confused every corner of my mind. It creaked and moaned leaving an air of confusion. The slow creek of the mattress churned through the darkness. I sat in my bed awake; pondering what kind of monstrosity could be put near my defenseless resting place. My mind wonders what it dreams of, what images manifest in the deep labyrinth of its head. I was stricken with fear of what it could be. My mind froze while it created the wildest images possible of what it could possibly be. Perhaps a ghost from bodies long deceased, or my worst nightmares put into fruition.

Then at one heart pounding second bravery ran through my veins. I had to know what it truly was. Slowly, my body was wretched from its resting place to check up on this fiend. Inside its cage lied a small child, even younger than me. I couldn’t understand why something so small made the loudest noises of all. A small girl, cuddled for warmth like a puppy without its mother, churned and moved as loud as any denizen of the deep abyss. I had been triumphant and figured out what this human was truly capable. I felt accomplished and let the sandman whisk me away to his palace. For the first time, I realized that I wasn’t the only one with thoughts and ideas flying through my brain. Something like this must think like me. My brain had made its most important connection, parents and teachers no longer looked just like authoritarians, but people like me with thoughts and problems. I had seen them without a foggy haze, or masks of darkness and mystification.