Monologue (or a draft at least)

Bedtime



My bed is the only place in the whole world
where the monsters can't get me.
It doesnt really make much sense.
Monsters are movie creatures directors use
to make you scared. They're not real.
But when i crawl into bed, it feels like the are.
My bed is a big queen. In it, i feel tiny and invisible.
I can't roll over because everywhere around me is cold.
I take up no room in it.

I read in it, sleep in it, cry in it, listen to music in it,
draw in it, eat in it and dream in it. Dreams are amazing things,
aren't they? They're even better when your in love. When someone
lies in bed with you at night and holds you close. Like your dreams are
so close they actually look and sound better. The picture is more visible, the
sound is clearer, the colours are brighter and the shapes are more defined.

And you wish they'd never end. And when they do, it's not so bad.
The person next to you makes it ok to wake up, to kiss you better
and tell you they're still here. But, then one day, that person leaves.
And you want to be strong, you want to think it's not a big deal, and it isn't
really, right? Until you go to bed and you dream. And the bed is cold and your
tiny in it again. Your dreams are awful now. The picture is foggy, the colours are dull,
the sound is muffled and the shapes look like blobs. You almost wish you could stay up
forever. Just to not have dreams anymore.

My dreams are amazing. Everything is clear and bright and visible and defined.
I hope this person never leaves. I really love him. I really really do.



-Fin