A childhood belief about toys

I used to have this stuffed bunny when I was little that my grandma had gotten me for Easter, and boy, did I love this bunny. He had long limbs and tan fur and he was really gangly and floppy; I just loved him.

I also used to sleep in a bunk bed with my mom; I had the top bunk and she had the bottom bunk. Every night when I climbed up the latter, Bunny would be waiting for me at the top.

But one night, as I was climbing the ladder, for some reason I got this really horrifying image in my head of Bunny's face suddenly peeking out from the top of the mattress and bgi sharp teeth and evil eyes, and every night for a month after that I was too scared to climb up the ladder because I was afraid Bunny would appear like that while I climbed up.