Once, when I was eleven I got up from bed to get a glass of water. As I was walking to the light switch, a cloaked figure materialized right before my eyes. The two seconds it took for the event to happen was enough to scare me out my wits. It bore down on me, and as it did I jumped back.
Then it vanished.
Needless to say, I didn’t get a glass of water. To this day I still sleep with my head covered by my blankets, more out of habit than anything else. On a deeper level, however, I still cover my head as protection against the things of the night. You see, at night we tend to get the better of ourselves. After a long day of work and imbeciles our brains and our minds are tired, over-worked. Anything that’s over-worked either becomes sensitive or dulled to its surroundings. We become jumpy, and often we jump to conclusions.
In a nutshell, the blanket symbolizes protection against the unknown.
Even as an adult I still avoid the unknown. As rational as I try to be, even my brain does not always want to dissect everything it sees, and it’s not always for the fun of it.
Because it knows it might be wrong.