"Monster" -A Short Story
I have a monster in my closet. It's been there all my life. It seems like the bigger I get, the bigger my monster gets too. My monster likes to be taken care of. It likes it when I feed it. If I don't feed it, it goes away for a while. Then one day, it comes back hungrier than before. I wonder where my monster goes. Does it go to another closet? Perhaps under a bed? I can't be sure. All I know is that it's gone, and I can't help but smile. When my monster leaves, I feel calm. There's nothing for me to worry about. No creaking floorboards in the night. No low growls to find me in the morning. Just me. I get to run and do whatever I want. For once, I get to eat the food I so generously lay out for my monster. I get it all to myself. For once, I peek into my closet and see the barren corners. The truth reveals itself, "My monster is far away from me", and at night I sleep like a child again. I walk on thin ice until my monster returns. I pace in the nig...