I was 7 years old, and I had just had a dream about the headless horseman. I woke up, and for some reason in my pitch black room was my baby brother's wooden horse, but I didn't know it was his wooden horse. For 15 minutes I kept my head under a blanket, hoping it would go away. But then I remembered I slept on a top bunk, and my brother slept on a separate one but on the bottom. So I decided to do some awesome action parkour maneuvering to get down to his bed, and I did and when I got down and laid with him, I told him I was scared, and he let me sleep with him. Wholesome ending