He’d seen them as long as he could remember, the
shadows.
His mother would put him to bed (first in his crib and
later in his big boy bed) after a bath and bedtime story, tell him to have
sweet dreams, turn off the light, blow him a kiss and close the door.
And one by one, the shadows would appear and surround
his bed, humming quietly until he went to sleep.
His friend in kindergarten told him there was a
monster in his closet, which was really scary.
He was happy his shadows would always protect him from
monsters.
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