MONSTERS UNDER THE BED - A TRUE TALE OF UNLUCKY MONSTERS
Somewhere, out there, in the darkness, the beast lurks and slurps and wishes you would head off to bed, so it can devour your soul, and maybe get a tummy ache.
Awake, awake, staring up at the ceiling, looking under my bed, once twice, maybe three times, but never more than four or five.
Never ever past six times, unless I feel the need to go to seventh to tenth, just to make sure the monsters aren't lurking underneath my bed.
I hear the slurps, the burps, and the grumbles of tummies, multiple monsters underneath my bed, waiting for me to step a toe onto the floor, to devour me, never to be heard from again.
"Go away monsters! Go away!! You scare me! I want to sleep!" I say, shaking my fist at the darkness, the eyes staring at me.
The monsters do not respond, just a gurgle and then a burp.
I pull the covers over my head, as everyone knows, this is the best defense against monsters underneath your bed and in the stillness of the night, I fall asleep.