Night light glows softly. Bed time stories done. I get up,walk away, yet you call me,”Don’t let the monsters in”. You don’t yet understand. Monsters are just shadows and darkness. They are not in the cupboard. Not under the bed. Monsters are in the street, in the people you know. They live within you. Screaming to come out. Screaming in silence.
I draw your duvet up, stroke your head. There are no monsters here. Hush now. Hush.