Childish Curiosity


I was but a girl when I spoke to the empty darkness below my bed. The lights were off, and I believed I was too old to sleep with a nightlight. But I wasn't too old for a stuffed teddy bear beside me. So, as a joke to myself, I checked under my bed for monsters. I couldn't see anything in the pitch-black room. So upside-down, I hung over the wall-less side of my childhood bed and called out.

"Hello under there, how have you been," with barely suppressed giggles.

With a grumble, the monster said, "Fine, go to sleep." END.

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