“Mom, I think there’s monsters underneath my bed”.
“Sweetie go to sleep, it’s all in your head”.
Deep down, I think I knew they were just a figment of my imagination.
Yet, my body trembled at the sight of darkness.
What I couldn’t see, comprehend, or understand shook every fiber of my being.
And if you would’ve asked me what the monsters looked like, I couldn’t tell you.
The darkness was a feeling.
A feeling that kept me up at night.
Terrified, shaking, unearthed by this idea that I will be taken.
As I got older, those monsters bore faces, spoke words and showed up in the most unusual places.
A friend with a warped sense of identity.
Thoughts consuming every single part of me.
The darkness became my new reality.
As I long for the innocent, childhood version of me, when the darkness hid the monsters blissfully.