GrowingOlderHopeWiser

Short Stories, Poetry, and more

Under my Bed

I’m pretty sure something or someone is living under my bed. 

It takes my shoe and puts it on the other side. 

It might be true. 

I’m scared it might be blue.

I’m pretty sure something or someone is living under my bed.

I spotted a half-eaten cookie and some of last night’s pie

It might be true.

I’m scared it might be blue.

I’m pretty sure something or someone is living under my bed.

I don’t know why. I feel it touch my feet, I hear it sigh

It might be true.

I’m scared it might be blue.

I’m pretty sure something or someone is living under my bed.

I thought it bumped my bed, or was it just my head?

It might be true.

I’m scared it might be blue.

Child's bedroom with bed, teddy bear, sneakers on floor, night sky visible through window

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I’m Elizabeth

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