Who is this guy?
He's the monster that lives in my head, under my bed, lurking in the dark corners of the parking garage, behind a tree, under the stairs, in the back of the closet. Haven't seen him in years, but this week's Illustration Friday topic, "monster" required a visit. When I was a child he chased me through my dreams with a lawnmower.
It may sound like I've dredged up some horrifying memory, but, in fact, my imaginary monster was always a little deliciously, shivery, scary, but ultimately easy enough to fool. To keep him from grabbing my ankle as I got into bed I simply had to jump up onto my sister's bed and leap the three feet to my own. Get a running start on the stairs, and I was up them before he had a chance to reach around and grab me. In fact, I believe he was more afraid of me than I of him. One had only to confront him in the dark corners and he would quickly melt away into nothing. You may have met him—he gets around.
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