The Hiding Place
There is a place I’ve been hiding.
Beneath the sheets of fear and unknown.
I’ve imagined the monsters beneath my bed.
Incredible creatures I have seen. But only in my mind.
I peek out and scan the room.
Snapping the sheets back encasing me.
Just out of reach from their grasp.
Funny… I haven’t “actually” ‘seen’ them.
I felt them though. Or did I really?
I have seen them! Wait…
They were visions, but not vivid.
The colors are there.
The hideous shapes are distinct, but have no form.
Should I peek beneath my bed?
Dare I risk being consumed by them?
I cannot take that chance. I must look!
Peering out, the air is crisp.
The room familiar.
I roll to the edge aware of all my senses.
A grin forms on my face.
I lift the sheet so that I can see beneath me.
I know what to expect.
It is the dust that has collected.
I need to clean.
Time to grab a broom and sweep.
I feel ridiculous.