Little Black Dot

Monster [02]

I was sitting in the beach with the water touching my feet. A warm hand touched my shoulder and my heart squeezed.

"What's wrong?" she asked while looking at my brown eyes.

"Nothing important," I stated trying to get her not to worry while my wet feet dug a whole into the sand denounced me.

"It is to me," she said trying to get me to talk.

"Well, what's a monster to you?" I asked "If I asked you to draw a monster would you draw a one eyed corpse with three eyes? Why would it be a monster?"

She covered my eyes with her hands and felt closer until I felt her breath on my ear. The white sand was now lighter with her touch.

"This is my monster," she said "A monster is something you fear so if you saw what you had drawn you would probably be afraid of it. I would draw a dark page; a page without you. That's my fear"

Draw a monster. Why is it a monster?