The Monster Under my Bed

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Saturday, March 12, 20XX
3:21

"Damiennnnnnn..." I groan, flopping on my bed.

"Yeah?" I feel the bed shift under his weight as he sits down beside me.

"I feel like dyyyyinngggggggg..."

He laughs. "Why?"

I mumble an incoherent paragraph into my pillow and he just laughs again.

"Bad day?" he murmurs, stroking my hair.

I nod my head, rolling onto my back. "People get on my nerves sometimes, you know?"

He winks. "I hear ya."

I scowl at him. "I had to yell at a guy in my physics class because he wouldn't stop trying to eat the powdered iodine."

Damien chuckles. "You should have just let him eat it and then asked him what it tastes like."

I poke him in the arm. "You are the worst."

He laughs, grabbing my hand and kissing my knuckles, all while looking at me with a type of mischeif in his eyes that makes you want to go on a dozen adventures. "I know."