Monster Under My Bed

Dinner is over and now my mother will tell me that it's the bedtime. I don't want to sleep; at least not alone.

My mother says that it is only in my mind but I don't believe her because she don't believe me.

The monster living below my bed scares me to death. If it's not real then how did I get those scratches on my arm for real when he clawed with last night?


Writing this post for Lillie McFerrin Five Sentence Fiction.