When the monsters came I was not prepared. Even my granddaughter had the right idea when she told her mommy, “When the bad guys come in the night, I will punch them!” Yeah, I should have heeded the three-year old’s advice.
Too late! I didn’t turn on the light when I reached under the bed and the monster got me! So much for being brave. My only salvation is that I screamed like a woman (not an attractive sound for a man in his mid-50’s), and my wife jumped out of bed and turned on the light.
“What the heck is going on?” she queried. “Umm… I… umm… I thought I was being grabbed by a monster under the bed!” I managed to squeak out. “Bad guys in the night? Buahahahahaha! Get in this bed and go to sleep! I have a long day tomorrow.”
Needless to say, after a few minutes, the bed was giggling from the laughter that was unsuccessfully, under great attempts to be quelled. You know what I mean!
No, it was not a good night for sleep! Maybe tonight!