What’s Under my Bed

What was under my bed When I cleaned up and organized my room one day, I slipped forward and found my childhood teddy bear. When I saw him for the first time, I could not believe he was. It looks different from what I remember. It is covered with dirt and dirt. It smells like a dusty, moldy basement. I remember the name of the bear; His name is Horace. I named him myself. Horace was lying on my floor; his body stretched 24 inches on my floor. He is wearing an overall of my old blue denim Oshkosh.

It is summer. I made a mistake in Massachusetts. I climbed under the bed. Carpet of green heart under me. Below this bed there is a twin Sears Maple canopy bed. This is the only place I am. It has a heart and a lung, and this space breathes with me. It keeps my secret to a piece of paper - diaries - written under the twilight under the bed. The spring box is inserted through the slit of the mesh fabric. I did everything under the bed. Masturbation Write short stories and poems. Avoid his father and read the mind of murder. My fingers are sticky, sweating from the heat and fear

I think I was a child when I first had a monster under the bed. But at that time, I knew that the monster under the bed did not do anything to me. When I saw them moving gently under my bed, I went downstairs to get the flashlight my father studied, then let them die. Monsters under the bed hate light. They do not like lights of flashlights in particular. It burned them. Maybe when the SOS signal arrives I will carry a flashlight with me.

There is a monster under the bed. I have never seen them. I have never heard of them. I was not told that there is a monster under the bed. My father told me "There is no monster under BED." He was wrong, but I did not tell him. Sometimes he is wrong. I will tell him that my mother will tell him. (Even so, everyone who tells him the wrong price will pay a higher price, but this is another problem.) Fortunately, the monster lives according to a set of rules. The dim light from the stairs downstairs and downstairs is safe. The bed is safe. The space between the stairs and the bed is simply not safe. This is a dangerous area and you do so at your own risk. The black clothes that remained on the floor are safe. I should pick up my clothes. They are signs of negligence I know. I also know that they are actually my clothes. Clothes pool is safe