I don't know. It's an irrational fear I haven't been able to shake since I can remember. Even as a kid, I had a problem with change. Mom would change the living room around and I would have a fit. I would start crying and screaming and panic around. One time I wouldn't stop until she changed the living room back to what it was. I slept that night in the living room, guarding it.
Then there was the time I wanted to change my room around. I did it. And then couldn't sleep. So about three in the morning I was changing it back the way it was. My mom had said she would help me in the morning, but I couldn't wait. I couldn't even sleep in another room and pretend it didn't happen.
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