I was getting ready to tuck my little angel, Hope, into bed. I was slowly walking up the steps to her room. I had fallen once down the stairs and hurt my knee pretty bad. I opened her door and walked to the side of her bed.
I kissed her forehead, told her goodnight, and I would wake her up in morning to take her to school. As I turned around to leave her sweet, little voice called to me.
"Daddy will you check my closet for monsters?" She pulled the covers over her mouth and nose when she said that. She never really had a monster problem after we got her a little stuffed bear, she named Carrie.
"Sure." I replied walking over to her closet. I opened it, and there was Hope, sitting in her closet, knees pulled up to her chest, tear stains on her cheeks, and Carrie was gripped I her little pale hand.
"Daddy someone's in my bed."
