The Monster Under My Bed
I had to.
It was life or death.
There was a monster under my bed.
It took watching Critters to realize that there were more terrifying things than wolves that might get me in the dark. And besides, I had "Wolf Spray" (it may have smelled like air freshener, but it was wolf spray, the stick-on label said so) to keep the wolves away.
And so for years, I launched myself from the doorway to the top of my bed. And it worked. I survived my childhood without notable incident from any monsters that I knew were hiding under my bed. (Or in my Christmas Tree, thanks to Gremlins....)
I became a teen and then an adult and then a parent and I got comfortable with my assumed safety from the monsters under the bed.
Until last night/this morning, that is. It was a close call--a matter of life and death--when at 5:00 this morning I woke with the realization that sharp teeth had just clamped around my big toe, which had been covered, but barely hanging over the edge of the bed. What's worse, when I jumped and scrambled to save my life, the cat shot out of the room and into the living room as if whatever had come to get me out from under the bed were after him as well!
After an ordeal like that, you're pretty much awake, too. Your heart races, you have to check to make sure all body parts are still attached.
After a close call like that you're reminded that you can never get too comfortable. Just because they haven't struck yet, doesn't mean they're not there.
I felt the teeth to prove it.
The monsters are real.
And they're hiding under my bed.
Ashley is a thirty-something wife and mother of two boys. She enjoys spending time with her family, as well as reading and decorating their home. Her blogging adventures began in 2006 as a single mother and have carried on through marriage and a new life with a husband, a ten-year-old, and an infant.