“Daddy? There are monsters under my bed.”
My shaking finger points towards the black shapes in the shadows, my other hand clutched tight to my father’s arm. My dark-brown eyes are wide with fear.
He smiles at me gently and then walks to the crime scene, pulling me along.
Ignoring my silent protest, he crouches near the bed, putting his hand around my shoulder as he shines a light into the darkness.
“See, sweetheart? No monsters. It’s all in your head.”
He taps the flashlight on the side of my head gently as he gets up, chuckling. I nod, my eyes still wide.
“Good night, sweetheart.”
I shuffle onto the mattress, pulling my blanket over me and smile tentatively as he sits down beside me, comforting me with his presence as he sings me to sleep.
I closed my eyes, trusting him to keep me…
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