Bed Monster

The house was quiet when I woke up. I yawned and stretched, wiggling to get more comfortable in the cramped but cozy space where I spent most of my days. I was a nocturnal creature, preferring the cool nights and shadows to the sun and it's unrelenting glare. I heard the thump of the front door and my eyes opened a bit wider. That should be Lydia coming home from school with her mother! I waited in anticipation until I heard her footsteps trotting down the hall towards me. My rump wiggled excitedly. The bedroom door slammed open and her feet came into view. Of course they had shoes on them! Couldn't be any other way. I let out a small, deep sigh as I rested my chin on my giant paws, watching her shoes as she moved around her room. Suddenly she hopped up on the bed and pulled her shoes up with her. After a moment, one shoe dropped down followed by a sock and then the other shoe and sock, all in a pile right in front of my nose.

I sniffed the delicious little girl feet smell that wafted gently toward my snout. I froze in delight when one of her pink, delicious, bare feet finally came dangling down in front of me. I was mesmerized by it for a moment. Then the other joined it. Both of her soft, plump little feet wriggled around tantalizingly, stirring up a hunger deep inside me. I started to salivate as she teased me by wiggling her toes independently. My claws came popping out one by one. Slowly I reached out toward the nearest foot. My huge, clawed fingers nearly made it when, "Lydia!" The feet disappeared from my view causing me to let escape a small, growling gasp of protest. Both feet then dropped to the floor as she hopped off her bed and skipped out the door, leaving me feeling empty and alone again.

How I hated her mother with her calming voice and bright flash lights that blinded me at wee hours of the morning when I had been particularly close to taking my prize and she went crying to her mother in terror. Mothers were my worst nemesis followed closely by fathers. Lydia's mother in particular was such a horrid woman. Sometimes it felt like I'd never get my prize. I still had a few years yet, however, to pluck her from her bed and disappear with her forever into the shadows. I just needed a good grip on those feet so I could pull her down under with me without having to leave my safe space. Sometimes I slunk over into her closet to try to grab her from in there, but under the bed was better because she hardly went into her closet for anything.

I settled back down knowing the child would likely be downstairs for the rest of the evening. Perhaps tonight would be the night. I would claim my succulent prize tonight! I could just feel it! Yes! Tonight...