I would build a castle of safety every night; tucking the duvet tightly around me to prevent chill or worse. Tighter than a mummified corpse I’d lay, above me an array of teddy bears, stuffed behind the headboard, bent double were the two largest – Goldie and Brownie. They would genuflect a guard, watching over me. Protecting me from worse than chill. For in the wardrobe and behind the curtains and beyond the window and under the bed monsters lurked.
They lurk there still, biding their time. But now I have no guardian.