"San si mama?" asked Jas sleepily, as his small silhouette blocks the moon light seeping into our window. "Nasa baba, nagwowork" I told him annoyingly for waking me up for the nth time. Then an airplane zoomed above the silent night, followed by a jerking movement of my son trying to penetrate into my embrace. Jas was very afraid.
Then I realized that Jas can't sleep, not because of Jody's absence, but because of discomfort and lack of security against his midnight monsters.
I never enjoyed my bed when I was young. It's not because I have to stop my playing, but because I have to fight my demons and monsters lurking underneath my soft discomfort. The top part of my sleep is covered by the safety of my brother's slumber since Our bed happens to be a double-deck bed.
So what's underneath my bed? -- I never knew. I never got the courage to check; but I always imagined them. Every night they would come in different terrifying form. Sometimes they appear uninvited in my nightmares.
That's how I got my magical pillow and blanket. The saliva-smelling pillow wards off evil imaginations, while the blanket covers me into a carbon-dioxide-filled shelter, somehow making things a bit safer for me. I usually dozed-off, probably from the lack of Oxygen, or from the comfort of my actions. But some other times, I would run towards our parent's room to have someone to sleep with.
Jas doesn't have a magical pillow and he also happens to hate blankets -- And that very evening, I knew that I should protect him: May it be an imaginary foe or not.
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