There comes a time when nighttime comes. There comes a dangerous time for the sleepless, when thoughts come all bundled up, and strange creatures pay visit. Sometimes there are happy thoughts, ambitions, expectations, sometimes there are nightmares and horrors. Every night a magic and restless time comes to visit me, and this time, for one time only, I want to share it with the audience. Inside the bed. Fairytales are thearchetype, the fore-seen. They are the genuine literature of the deepest human feelings. They are the word transmitted, the word that some folks like Brothers Grimm and Andersen have transcribed. They are what you were when you were a child and what you will be when you’ll be adult. At last, this has come for me.