The Monster Under The Bed

Rosalie brushed her teeth while her mother watched her to make sure Rosalie did it right. She'd only just been allowed to brush them herself. She spat out the toothpaste soup and smiled a big smile at her mother who smiled back. "Well done, honey." She put on her pyjamas with ducks on them and walked to her bedroom. Her dad came in and kissed her on her forehead before her mum tucked her in and sat beside her and read a fairy tale to her as she always did. Her mother kissed her on the cheek and turned off the light and walked out into the hallway. The light from the hallway disappeared as Rosalie's mother closed the door engulfing Rosalie in darkness. Rosalie smiled. "How was your day?" she asked into the dark room. "Okay, I guess." a rusty voice answered from under the bed. "You sound annoyed." Rosalie said as she turned on her side. "I'm fine." the voice answered. "I don't think you areee." Rosalie teased. "Fine!" the voice replied and continued: "I was really bored. You haven't been home ALL day." Rosalie giggled. "I'm sorry, Mister." "I don't really think you mean that. Were were you?" Mister asked and the floor boards squeeked. He was moving closer to the edge of the bed. "I was at Sarah's place. We had a play date." Rosalie explained. "Here, hold my hand. That'll make you feel better, if you're sad." Rosalie offered and let her left hand sway next to the bed. Mister groaned a bit. "Come on. Don't be grumpy. Let's fall asleep together." "Fine..." Mister answered with his deep, rusty voice. The fussy, yet somehow slightly slimy hand with four long fingers found its way to hers and squuezed it. Rosalie smiled and fell asleep quickly.