May 21, 2008
By Nicole Bowen, Benton, ME

I lie in bed...
dreaming of monsters.
They are green and
have bright red eyes,
like a christmas tree light.
I wake up, scared to death.
I hear a noise and soon
the blankets are over my eyes,
like a puppy hiding from a storm.
I visualize the monster under my bed
more and more.
Running, running to mom’s room for comfort.
I think dreams could become real.
Mom tells me dreams are fake.
She helps me.
And soon, I’m sleeping again.

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