Sudden alertness.
Yet nothing passes.
But perchance,
If given more glances.
What isn't there there, will be.
What shouldn't be, is.
And what a child dreams awake
You'll see beside your bed and shake.
For years you've been told that's it's just a tale.
Yet now you look again, that closet holding a long lost friend.
A reason to go to mom.
A reason to hide in your covers.
But now it beckons
And you can see
That monster from infancy
It's not big
It's not bad.
It's in fact something you have.
It rode with you as you grew.
Finding the right time to reveal itself.
Law.
Rules.
You've had those before, but these. These are new.
Dates due,
bills paid.
A new monster made.
