Mine Lived In the Closet Too
My monsters live under the bed, the five-year-old said.
I remembered those days, those nightmares.
Mine lived in the closet too, I told him.
His eyes grew eight inches in diameter.
Not the wisest move for a twelve-year-old babysitter.
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