I am a grown woman. I KNOW there are NO monsters under my bed. (There is only lint and a bedding storage box.)
Yet, I still cannot sleep with any appendage dangling over the edge–by even a little bit. Any body parts have to be well within the plane of the bed.
Ridiculous. I argue with myself over the absurdity of it. I have even tried to force myself to intentionally dangle a part. I just can’t do it.
I blame this on residual anxiety from childhood, where I would turn off the overhead bedroom light, run, and jump onto my bed before anything could possibly grab me.
As an adult, any dangling part creates a muted physical response to that same anxiety. My heart pounds a bit and I become acutely aware of the vulnerablilty of said part.
My only comfort is knowing that there are other grownups out there that pull their foot back to.
Wah, hah, hah, hah! :)