When I was 6 I had trouble getting to sleep at a normal time because I'd get so anxious and scared that I'd have nightmares. So my logical solution to this was having the Doctor Who Official 2011 Annual in my bed. I had plenty of toys I could've snuggled up with at night (and some were in my bed too) but no. I must cuddle this big ass hardcover book in the hope that matt smith as the eleventh doctor will protect me.
Extremely battered 2011 annual for reference
















