mtk
I'm just an English major and an artist with too many dreams to keep up with.
"Mommy! Mommy! There's a scary monster in my closet!" She sobs.
"Shh. It's okay, baby. There is no such thing as monsters."
Sure, there may not be monsters with fangs or horns or claws, but we know the truth. We see them every day. While she plays in the living room the news channel reminds us. More children missing. More bodies found in the river. More people killed in cold blood.
But we lie, for as long as we can.
"Monsters aren't real."
So that our babies can sleep soundly at night and play on the playground. Oblivious. While we pray for their lives.