A Long, Personal, but Necessary Introduction Explaining How I Came to Write This Book
Few kids like going to bed. But when I was a kid, I really
didn’t like it. That each day should have to come to an end with the closing of the door of my room and the (usually) all too long wait for unconsciousness to arrive seemed not only unfair; it seemed downright absurd. The darkness and separation that night brought with it filled me with a pure childish anxiety that I can still conjure up today.
It was while lying in bed as a young child and waiting for sleep to come that I remember doing my earliest...