Apocalyptic

My age isn't clear in this memory. Young enough that there are rules about my getting out of bed after bed time and for my bed to still be covered in stuffed animals, though.

In this memory, I can see the light, the door, and a bit of the hallway from where I'm lying under my sheets.

That bit of hallway is where I have to stack all my stuffed animals in a column. One on top of the other on top of the other on top of the other. I've got enough of them that they should be taller than me all done. I can see the spot, but I don't move. I never do. I'm lying there and I know that if I don't stack them something terrible will happen, something apocalyptic, but I can't move. I'm frozen in bed.

That frozen state seems to last forever in my memory. I know that logically it must have ended and I fell asleep, but I have no memory of that, just a long stare at the hallway.