When I was about 15 or so I went with a friend's family to Grant's Grove in the Sequoia, they had rented a little cabin that wasn't big enough for all of us so my buddy and I slept on the porch on cots.
I don't know what it was that woke me up in the middle of the night but I looked down at the foot of the cot and there was a bear with it's head poked through the porch rails and it's muzzle right between my feet.
I just slowly laid my head back down and closed my eyes, the bear kind of snuffled a bit then moved away and after a bit I went back to sleep.