It was the first day in my brand-new room, and I was so excited. As the night approached, my mood began to change. It got darker and darker outside. I looked to my right to see my blanket, and I picked it up and held it close to my chest. I wasn’t ready to close my eyes yet, because I was frightened. As I sat in my bed, full with blankets I couldn’t help but think of everything terrible that could happen. I stepped out of my bed and quietly crept down the long dark hallway. When I reached my sisters room, I whispered her name, “Amanda… Amanda?”Her eyes centered on me holding my blanket."What’s the matter?"She asked me with a confused look on her face. I shut the door behind me and sat on her bed. I then began to explain how I couldn’t sleep, and how much I missed sharing a room with her. Her smile calmed me, she then told me there was nothing to worry about. I went back to my room holding my blanket tight. I was still worried about what had happened, but I had convinced myself that if my blanket was with me, I would always be safe.

– Avery Fitcher

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