She reluctantly climbed into
her bed, weary of the being
that had emerged from
beneath
“There's a monster under my bed!” A phrase that has been told by many children throughout the ages. It's not one that holds much merit any more, no one seems to take it seriously.
She didn’t have to ridicule me like that. There was no need, right? Couldn’t she just have left me alone? Was I really that fun to torment? Had I done anything to insult her? She’s an idiot!