The smooth silence. Only the sound of the swirling fan could be heard. The boy resists his urge to sleep. He is scared to sleep. But his eyelids are getting heavy. Heavy as a mountain. The boy sleeps in defeat.
I am living in a place so cold, I am use to being alone. I fool you because ignorance is bliss, I see no smile, I see no joy, I've forgotten how to cry.
There is a monster under my bed. There is a monster lurking in my closet. There is a monster wandering outside my door. There is a man looking at me from my window.