Ever since I was a boy, I have been one to hide under the covers.
My imagination used to get away from me and I would imagine how terrible a monster in the room with me would be, and I would get scared of it, and to stay safe, I would hide under the covers.
I still do it. I feel safe under the covers. Frequently at night I fall asleep under the covers.
I’ve spent a lot of this weekend literally hiding under the covers.
My imagination is a huge pain in my ass.
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