If I were to think about the last time I met you,
My mind just wonders about the ways I could’ve befriended you
In truth, when you first clattered my bed
I laid there holding my head
The memories were flooding my senses
Of the mob that warned me about you,
“Don’t look under the bed or the monsters will gouge your eyes!”, “The monsters like to munch on children’s heads!”
Chants about you stirring inside my pate.
You kept shuffling under my bed
And the thoughts kept whirling inside my head
For you were a persistent beast,
Trying to get restful under my bed
And then after a while when you were noiseless,
The chants in my head transformed into inquisitiveness
And although my heart was racing
My thoughts were conflicting.
The night was incredibly eerie and cold
And when I felt a bit bold,
I dropped a book on the floor
For if you were to attack me
I’d still have my leg with me.
I went forward with my heart pounding briskly
My breath was heaving,
My skin heating aberrantly
And when I took a peek sneakily,
I saw you sitting meekly
You noticed and crawled out swiftly.
When I glimpsed at you intently,
You chuckled softly and praised me for my intrepidity.
You did not scare me,
For you had no stygian nails to impale me,
You did not grab my leg and yank me,
Instead, you were smiling momentarily
Your blue eyes as big as a tennis ball absorb my look
And your grey skin glimmering under the night lamp.
I was awestruck.
You didn’t look like you will gouge my eyes or munch my head,
On the contrary, you looked like you will merrily munch the garden flag,
And when I saw you shuddering
My eyes softened.
You asked me if you could sleep in the crib
And you apologized for pestering me at this hour of darkness.
You listened intently
When I filled the room with questions aplenty
And when you told me the finest stories I ever heard,
I forgot about everything but your tales were a merry to me.
And when I started getting drowsy,
You crinkled your nose and said, “Ya should be sleeping now gee!”
And when I protested, you promised the stories for the next day, certainly.
And then I drifted into a good sleep.
I jerk awake with a gasp the next day,
And your beige crib was empty like space,
I looked for you everywhere in my room
But you were gone without a trace.
My heart sank,
For it was you I wasn’t able to thank.
But I wanted you to come back
For the promise you fabricated.
A/N: Hello, everyone!
I hope all of you found this piece of work satisfactory.
Although this was my first attempt to write on a platform like this, it would help me figure out how can I enhance my writing skills!
Have a great day!
M.
