There’s a monster under my bed.
He’s got lanky legs, a disgustingly long tongue and hairy ears. In fact, he’s hairy everywhere.
The space under there is almost too small, but it doesn’t keep him out. He’s there, every night.
I can hear him sometimes, moving around beneath my bed. He’ll forget what he’s doing sometimes and fall asleep, and I can hear him drift off to Dreamland. He’ll whimper a few times, maybe let out a few mini growls, and I imagine he’s dreaming of chasing some small adorable fluffy creature.
Yes, there’s a monster under my bed.
His name is Colt.
Writing is elementary series prompted by Katherine. Topics from Write Source. Photo is MINE, BITCHES.
He is getting bigger but no less floppy!
Awww – but look at that precious little face! So cute!
i absolutely loved this post and the way you described the “monster” under your bed. Such a brilliant post it honestly made me smile
ditchthetrend.com