As twilight falls, my mind becomes active. All that I can think of is the creatures within the night. There's that demon wolf that sits outside my window, begging for any chance to get after me. Clinging to my ceiling is a gargantuan spider, with venom dripping from its fangs as it hangs onto its web. Just outside my door is a dementor, patiently waiting to make its move. But then there is the little spiked creature, sitting on the edge of my bed. He seems friendly, almost cat-like.
These monsters watch me as I sleep, but not all of them are bad. My monsters are there to teach me lessons, not solely to harm me. My monsters have given me more than anyone else, and I have learned so much.
