I had gone to bed. The house was still and in darkness. The rest of the family had gone to bed, too. I had fallen asleep. However, I seemed to have climbed up on top of the wardrobe.

What was I doing over there?

I can’t say that I was enjoying it. In fact, I was scared.

Kneeling on top of the wardrobe, I looked down below. I saw myself sleeping soundly in the bed. At times, I moved relieving a sigh.

“Oh, this is very high. I’m going to fall.” I recall to having whispered.

I wanted to jump down, but I was scared of harming myself as I have always been very clumpsy on climbing and on going up on top of ladders.

“This is high!” I repeated as I looked down below to my other self in the bed.

I can’t recall what happened next. I don’t know if I achieved to go down to reunite with my other self in the bed.

All what I can say is that it was a frightening experience that kept me thinking for a while right after it happened.