I’m not a parent, but going by pop culture, it seems like literally every child has the same fears.
In pre-modern times, I imagine that they’d be sleeping in the same room as the parents, but if modern notions of privacy don’t permit that, seems we could at least design an enclosed capsule or something.
I was afraid that I’d die in my sleep. Not like from health issues. Monsters or something unknown that only existed when I was alone in the dark. To a later age than I’d prefer to share.
Fuck, all right, I got over it last week. /s but the rest was true.
I wasn’t afraid of my closet, I was afraid of stretching my legs out towards the end of the bed, because claw monsters might get them.