The Monster Under my Bed

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Monday, March 7, 20XX
4:45 pm

"Hey, Day?" I call, slipping off my shoes and setting my bag down. "I'm home!"

I hear, "I'm in the kitchen!" Then I hear what might be six pots or pans fall to the ground.

I'm standing in the doorway for what seems like forever before he notices that I'm there. When he does, his face turns into a literal blueberry.

I giggle. "Having some trouble there?"

He keeps his gaze down. "You scared me. I had them floating and then I heard you and it scared me for some reason and I dropped them all."

I pat his head, smiling. "I still appreciate it. I'll help you clean up."

He grumbles. "I can do it myself."

"Nope. I'm helping."

He stands and smirks. "If you say so."

Not even a second after he said that, all of the pots and pans fly up and float about an inch away from the ceiling.

"No fair!" I say, punching him in the chest. "You know I can't reach that high!"

Damien towers over me. I've measured him, and he is six feet and six inches tall, while I'm five feet and three inches tall.

He smiles at me, taking a step closer to me. "I'll bring them down after you sing the song."

"You've got yourself a deal."