Baby Monster

Dear Little Monster,

I never wanted you in my room, let alone under my bed. Yet here you are terrorizing me at night just like you do during the daytime. At night I think about what would happen if my bed collapsed and crushed you. Then I fear you will crawl out and end up in my bed with your little tiny arms wrapped so tightly around me I can’t move.

You dirty little monster, every move you make I feel, every sound you make I hear it. Why can’t you just stop, go back to where you were before.

I know you’re playing with and touching all my toys and books when I finally go to sleep. You laugh at me, I know it, I hear it.

I wish I could make you go away, forget you’re down there. Move on from all the nights you’ve slept beneath me. How do you get away from a little three-year-old that just won’t leave you alone all day, and you have to sleep above every night.

I was the baby until you came along, now you’re not only the new baby, you’re also the little monster that lives under my bed.

Big Sister