In the past, I used to share a bed with my younger sister. Those were the times when we would get into more frequent childish fights with one another. Of course, those childish quarrels come and go and did nothing serious to damage our relationship. I guess during then, I never would have thought that I would slightly miss the moments when we shared a bed together. In the past when she was up to 6 years old, she would want to hold my hand as we fell asleep because she was scared of the dark. She would also want me to tell her bedtime stories. Even though we slept on different sides, I would lend her my hand till our natural sleeping positions and rhythm do us apart. I would also conjure up wacky bedtime stories that contains abit of fairytale elements mixed with modern day elements. A few of the stories are so funny that my sister and I remembered them even till now. As we grew older, she was less dependent for her bedtime and the phase of handholding and bedtime stories reached a closure.