In the country side somewhere, in a two story house, in an attic, in a small room behind a white door with star wars stickers on it. There lies a monster behind a laptop typing away at a novel she's been writing for years. Hidden within those pages are secrets that have never known the light of day. The monster never liked the outside world and was content on dwelling in her room. Occasionally she threw on her cloak and she snuck out into the world. At the end of the night as the sun would rise she would creep back up the stairs and close the door. Her only view of the outside world remaining, lingered in a small break in the boards covering her small attic window.
