Monsters under the bed

I was one of those kids who believed monsters lived under the bed. If it was dark, my mind ran wild with all the popping and cracking sounds a house can make late at night. Falling asleep alone was nearly impossible; if I did, the dreams that followed matched my fears. Thankfully, my bedroom was shared with two older sisters. For them, the room was too crowded; however, I believed the room was the perfect fit for the three of us. When my older sister started dating, and the other began staying with friends, I learned to dread the weekends. Eventually, the two would be gone simultaneously, leaving me alone to fight against my fear of the dark. On those weekends, every possible monster lived