The Monster Under my Bed

juan

Sunday, March 6, 20XX
12:23 am

"Hey Damien," I say, looking under the bed. "You awake?"

I hear a groan and then a muffled, "Yeah?"

"Did Teddy fall under there?"

"Maybe?"

I hear rustling and shuffling, and then I see his eyes flick back to me for a second, only to go back to searching.

"Found him," he murmurs, handing him to me. "Why do you still sleep with this anyway? Aren't you a little old?"

I pout. "Because I like him."

"Alright, but would I be allowed to sleep with you if I like you?"

I feel my face heat up. "Maybe," I mutter.

"I'll hold you on that."

"Fine then. 'Night."

"Goodnight, Blakely."