Shasta writing today.
I’m a big girl. Big boned. Big hearted. And full of big ideas. But I have a big fear: monsters under the bed. Momma Mim keeps saying there aren’t any there, but you be the judge.
It all started when I kept feeling like something was starting at me. MM said I was paranoid.
Then one day I dropped my toy by the edge of the bed. When I went to retrieve it, there was SOMETHING there. At first I thought it was a dust bunny. MM is pretty good about cleaning, but sometimes dust bunnies move in. Then it moved. It seemed friendly enough.
It gave me a big toothy grin so I moved in to check it out. What a silly looking thing. It seemed like a clown creature – not a monster.
But then, just as I was about to invite it out to join me in a game of squeaky toy, the beast relieved itself.
This thing was bat ship crazy. It was loony and evil at the same time.
It reminded me of Yosemite Sam – mean to the core with crazy eyes.
I ran to get MM and she looked under the bed. Nothing she said. I insisted. She got out the flashlight and showed me. It was gone. But I knew it would be back. MM said I was being silly. We watched a movie called Monsters Inc. where the monsters were nice. But I knew what I saw. That was not a cute cuddly Sully. I drew her a picture.
She said that looked like her sister. Again, she said I was being silly. There is no such thing as monsters. And if there were, they wouldn’t want to live under our bed. It is pretty boring under there. I agree. I have wiggled under there a few times myself and there is nothing going on. So I will just chill. I’m sure there is nothing to worry about!