I am the monster under the bed lying in wait while the mother comforts her son assuring him I do not exist. when I am a few feet away just waiting for him to sleep so I can creep out and make my move. not to eat him but to finally stretch my legs get a drink of water. for if I try this sooner I will surely end up as a stuffed trophy in a museum. an example for others like me who lie in wait for their moment to move, to eat, to drink.
A Cautionary Tale
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