[ WP ] The monster under your bed is protecting you from something much worse .

His eyes were big. Bigger than the plates in my new teaset. I was scared until I saw those eyes. Scary things have mean eyes. His eyes were funny. 
 
 `` You're not afraid?'' he asked. 
 
 `` Are you going to eat me?'' 
 
 `` No.'' 
 
 `` Then no.'' His fur looked soft and warm. I wanted to let him. 
 
 `` Do n't,'' he said when I reached for it. `` Do n't touch me. You are n't even supposed to see me.'' 
 
 `` I saw last night,'' I said. 
 
 `` I know, and I'm sorry. I was late. I should n't have let him get out.'' He hung his head. 
 
 Just then, the growling started again. The monster in my closet was getting hungry. But I was n't scared. I did n't need to yell for Mommy anymore. The monster under my bed would protect me. He always has.
