But how was I going to do this? I hadn’t the slightest idea - until I was watching a TV show (for the life of me I can’t remember which one) in which a child overcomes his fear of the dark by locking himself in a shed for three nights. Three nights, I thought, was a bit excessive, but the solution lay in that plan. That night, I gathered up my blankets, dusted the floor, and made a cozy little cranny between the laminate flooring and my bedboards. nightfall came and (after calling me a colorful barrage of synonyms for lunatic) my sister turned out the lights and bid me good night. As I lay there in the darkness, surrounded by stuffies, blankets, and throw pillows galore, I felt my pulse quicken. My brow started sweating. My breathing became stuttered and