Me, Valentine’s, and the Monster under my Bed
A story
Ah, Valentine’s Day.
The day where my friends are, no doubt, spending their money either on condoms or tissues. Likely the latter. We’re a sad bunch.
I sigh, looking up at the ceiling with its many cobwebs, noticing that somehow even the lone spider seemed to have found a date for the occasion.
It was going to be a long day.
“Hey morph,” I say. “Wanna go out with me for Valentine’s?”
Shit. I was aiming to be joking. Mocking. It came out more desperate. Sure, even when asking my monster out, I make a fool of myself.
I’m so busy berating myself that I don’t notice it when morph sticks his head out from under my bed. His eyes were as wide as saucers (not an exaggeration, he’s a monster) with shock and surprise, and his fur was (bless his monster face) on end, like a giant, very surprised cat.
Great, now I was comparing my monster to a cat. What was wrong with me today?
I caught the look on morph’s face, and too late, realized he took my question way too seriously. Of course he would when I sounded like a mewling pathetic idiot.
About to groan and explain that I was just joking, I stuttered to an abrupt halt as he spoke.
“R-really?” He asked.
God, why did the creator of monsters just decide to give me one with huge eyes? I’m a sucker for huge eyes.
And right now, I have two dinner-plate-sized ones staring soulfully at me.
Damn the universe to hell.
I contemplated saying no. I contemplated while staring very fixedly at the ceiling, and the two spiders, which looked like their date was progressing infinitely better than mine.
That’s it. I was going to say no. I took a deep breath.
I snuck a glance sideways.
Huge soulful eyes, now with a glimmer of hope. Surrounded by fur that had comfortably settled into a fluffy mass. The eyes locked on to mine with a quiet joy.
I was so going to regret this later.
“Yes,” I exhaled in a rush. “Really”
Then I tried not to smile as my room was torn apart in one exciting whirlwind of a monster.
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Written by an equally amused author as she stares at the ceiling on Valentine’s night
