Monster Under the Bed
Mommy! Daddy! Mommy! Daddy! The screams are getting louder
There is gulping now; this is sob-crying.
“I can’t take much more of this!” Daddy says, shoving his head under a pillow.
As if I can!
I get up and go in there, knowing I will probably be staying.
So, I grab my pillow on the way out.
She is four, my youngest, and terrified.
“He is….he said…he ……” She cannot gulp quickly enough.
I sit with her and begin to pat her back. You are okay, I say.
She begins to settle down. Suddenly she sits up and says “Wait!”
I am listening.
“He says his name is Poindexter!”
I am stunned. I had a monster under my bed once upon a time.
His name was Poindexter.
After she gets to sleep I take a peek under there.
Poindexter grins at me. “I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaaack!” he says.
I roll my eyes.
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