Tonight when I looked under the bed for my monster I found this note instead gone fishing back in a week Gabe What was I going to do I needed a monster under my bed How was I supposed to get to sleep if my monster was gone
I tried to sleep but it wasn’t the same without Gabe I missed his ragged breathing His nose whistling The scrabbling of his uncut claws How would I ever get to sleep without Gabe’s familiar scary noises and his spooky green ooze It was no use Gabe would be gone for a week and I just had to have a monster
I climbed quietly out of bed so my parents wouldn’t hear me Grown-ups have some strange ideas about monsters under beds I knocked on the floorboards then scrambled back under my covers I waited nervously Would a new monster appear What would he be like Would his snorting be as cheerful as Gabe’s
