Monster Under the Bed

I'm scared. I'm hiding under the bed, sleeping with the dust bunnies. And I can hear her breathe and feel her toss in her sleep, and watch the drool fall to the floor that creaks when I try to escape. And she rolls over in her sleep, and I dart back into my dark place, fearful of the day her eyes open and she sees me. Every night she comes here, into this room that should be mine. Her pink feet are all I can see from my hiding spot. She stomps, ready to squash me with one step, her dress flying into the air. Her parents come with her every night into this room. They pick her up and place her on the bed and call the ferocious creature sweetie. And then she cries, and cries, and cries. Her parents run back in, and I know she's pointing to my hiding spot. That finger that I can only image is covered in claws and spikes, is aimed straight at me. I back into the corner, because what else can I do, the creature has death sentence for me. And once the lights are out and she's alone, I am trapped. She is a deadly creature and I'm defenseless against her.