Some years ago I wrote about the monsters under my bed. They are still there.
Last night the temperature was mild and despite the open window I was warm and restless. I kept kicking the covers off my feet and as my foot dropped down over the edge of the bed the seemingly primal fear of monsters under my bed kicked in. I quickly withdrew my foot and as I drifted off to sleep again, the foot went out of the covers and over the side of the bed and…I woke, again.
We have a platform bed and they usually have a ledge running around them. I can rest my foot on that ledge, and I try to, but to my semi-conscious mind that is still not safe enough.
Then in a dream? A semi-conscious state? A waking dream state? Some other level of consciousness? I was writing a story, I could ‘see’ the words appearing on a white page, the words were:
“Then the whole town gathered together in the town hall and sitting the little boy down in their center assured him that there were no monsters under his bed and that he was safe.”
How odd is that? How did a little girl afraid of monsters under her bed turn into a little boy afraid of monsters under his bed?
And why am I, at age 72, still afraid of monsters under my bed?