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| the monster in mary's bed |
| Mary's monster had the shape of a person, but instead of skin, it was a black hole. Not a powerful black hole sucking in stars and energy (sorry, astronomy and astrology and all you telescopes), but a dark hole to fall back into. If Mary wasn't careful and didn't fall asleep with every single muscle in her body tense and not relaxed, then she would fall backwards into the hole. The monster waited for Mary every night, grinning at her while she looked at her bed. Looked for room in her own bed. As soon as she lay down, it would take her in an embrace, and not let go. All night, it would freeze everything about her; her body, her tense position, but mostly, her thoughts. Whatever her thoughts were during the day, they would remain and still be there when she woke up. It wasn't as though she had slept. Sleep is to take some time off life, start a new day. For Mary, it was as though the day was continuing, until she ran out of her energy. For two weeks, Mary slept less than 5 hours every night and went to school exhausted, drained. The monster worried Mary all the time. But the monster wanted Mary. It needed Mary. It needed her fear. It needed to crush her, possess her, control her. It needed to become the only thing in her world. And when she was weak, afraid, and exhausted, where would she go?! That was were her monster waited for her. All the time. Then she can't get out of her own bed and no one can force her out. She shall be mine, and I shall be great in her eyes. I shall be so big, because she will shrink, and then I will be all she can see. But when she is fine, she smiles, and her smile is a sun, and sometimes, it is so bright, that I become a shadow. Not a hole, but a mere shadow, cowering in a corner. The top right. And then I have to wait................ For a long time................ Until she no longer shines... And then, I have to start from the begining. Mary's monster was male. Are your monsters male or female? That's the reason why Mary was afraid of sleeping, so she avoided it. She stayed up, distracting herself. Then, at 3, 4, 5, the monster pretended to have gone, and she went to bed. Caught. Now, the days have distracted her. Her monster is a powerless shadow now. She has seen him small and shrunken. I want him that way. |