The Monster Under my Bed

one

Monday, March 7, 20XX
8:07 am

I wake up with the covers over only one leg and what I'm guessing is Damien's hand holding mine.

I give his hand a squeeze. "G'morning."

He squeezes back. " 'Morning princess."

I groan. "When will you stop calling me that?"

"When you turn nineteen."

"But that's in a week!"

He pokes his head out from under the bed. "I know."

"This sounds suspicious. You're just gonna come up with another name."

"I have an idea," he says, smiling that mischevious smile of his. "But I'm not going to tell you it until you answer a question."

"What's the question?"

"I can't ask you it until your birthday."

"Aw, come on!" I smack his forehead and then stick out my tongue at him. "You suck."