I am going to sleep, but it’s such a hot summer evening, so I take off my blankets, and lay there. Still so _humid_. I let my foot dangle off the edge of my bed.

I feel cold fingers curl around my foot.

I don’t scream; I don’t cry; I don’t move. After a few seconds, I think about how _awkward_ this must be for the monster under my bed. The monster isn’t letting go of my foot, and all I can think about is how it’s just like holding hands.

“You might as well give me a foot massage while you’re at it.” I say.

I look in my mirror and see it reflected. It just looks like a dark blob right now.

“I need payment.” It says in a rough voice. “Do you have a sandwich? and maybe some bed space? It’s cold under here.”

“Sorry, all I have is a clementine. We can share though.”

It clambers onto the bed. I guess it was just lonely.

“Goodnight.” I say

“Goodnight” it says.