At some point, fear paralyzes us all.
Fears are small and large, rational and irrational, based on experience or merely the vagaries of our imaginations.
I “used to” rush into bed after I switched off the lights because somehow my magic comforter could protect to me from the evils that lurked in the dark. Or at least it would make me invisible. OK, OK, so I still do when the King of Free isn’t home. And what’s up with that reasoning? While he’s certainly my Knight in Shining Armor, he’s not a ninja or anything.