“To the Monster Under My Bed”
To The Monster Under My Bed, When I was younger, I would tell my friends: I have the most terrifying monster of them all. He has horns the size of a bus that drip pink poison onto whatever they touch. My monster is bright green with scales all over him. He doesn’t walk on two legs but hops around on his coiled tail. I vividly explained your adventures and the stories you told to keep me glued to my bed at night. I would listen, too afraid to even move the blanket from one side of the bed to the other. I look back […]
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