For the first time in years,
I pulled up the covers,
on my poor un-used bed,
to check if I could still see the monsters.
They had terrorized my childhood,
I was scared to sleep in my own room,
my parents just said to get over it,
but I thought they would be my doom.
I slowly peek under my bed,
and I start to feel a cold chill,
something jumps out at me,
I scoot back, then I realize it was just my cat Phil.
I try it one more time,
the covers come up,
and I let out a sigh,
theres nothing there,
and for the first time in seven years,
I'm over joyed because there is nothing to be feared.
