All about madness.

4. Monsters under the bed

Good night little boy on the bed
Yes, I know who you are
Sheldon, eight, lonely child.
I am the monster under your bed.

Who told you I'm bad ? Don't be scared
I am not an evil, not wicked
Don't listen to adults, they always lie.
Can we be friends now, you and I ?

I want to play with you
I hate solitude and I like you
Since you were born, I have been watching you.
Meet me under the bed.
Call me Sheld.

JY