Have you ever thought of what goes on around you when you are asleep? Well I know what you think, everything is quit, and normal. Everyone is tucked up in their beds, getting the sleep they lac from the days hard work. Well that isn’t true kids. You see as a child I had a nasty surprise when I was tucked up in bed. Let me start from the beginning.
It all started when my mother and father had gone to bed, the whole house was quit, and peaceful. Just when I was about to close my eyes, and get some rest I heard a sound outside, and no it’s not the night insects, or the feral cats. This was different, it was quit in a spooky way, in away once a child hears it they can NOT go back to sleep. So there I was awake in bed afraid. I wanted to go to my mother and fathers room, but I felt like something was watching me. Slowly I sank under the protection of the covers, hoping whatever it was would go away.
After sometime wondering if it would be safe enough to leave the comfort of my bed. I peeked my eyes over the edge of the blanket. Looking around, all I could see was the moons glow shining though my blinds. Coating my room in a soft, milky color. Slowly sitting up, I let my body come out from under the blankets, as I swung my feet over the edge of the bed, my warm toes meet the soft velvet of the carpet that coats my bedroom floor.
Slowly I stood up, and looked around, still afraid of something jumping out at me. But again nothing, as quietly as I could I crept across my room to the door. I took the silver handle in both my small hands and opened the door, a faint creaking sound filled the quit room. Gritting my teeth I opened the door all the way. Freezing in place I peered out into the dark hall.
As fast as I could, I dashed across the hall to my parent’s door. Stopping in front of it, I took the handle and opened the door. Slowly I walked into the quit room, making my way over to their bed I made sure to look around me. But their room was also free of any type of monster.
I poked my father’s shoulder once I had climbed onto the bed, hoping to wake him up. But the reacting I got was not what I was expecting when he awoke. He just told me it was nothing and I should go back to bed. Slowly I got off the bed and make my way to my own. And got into my own cold bed. The whole night I stayed up watching the shadows of monsters, that seemed to mock me that I sat there afraid.
So you see kids that is my story, but it’s not as bad as it sounds. You see there is one thing that doesn’t sleep when you are, your own imagination.