Conversation with the monster under my bed…

     “You’re smaller than I remember.”  I rolled over and leaned down to peer under my bed.

     “You’re much bigger now,”  he said.

     “We’re you always that color?”

     “Nope.  It’s dustier down here.”  He smiled a toothy grin.  “You’re mother and grandmother kept their house cleaner.

     “Yeah, well I never did claim a prize in Better House Keeping.  However, I’m not the worst one around either.”

     “True.  So, what was it you wanted to ask?  I don’t often make an appearance for adults.”  He blinked his big red eyes.

     “I don’t know.  You came to mind tonight for some reason.”

     “I’ve got kids beds to be under.  If you you have nothing important to ask me, I have to go.”

     “Okay, with us moving so much, how did you manage to find us?”

      “That’s easy.  We each have certain bed bottoms as part of our home.  They’re like doors.  You bed bottom was always the same door no matter where you moved.”

      “Wow, how many doors do you have?”

      “I’m not allowed to tell.  Now I have to go.”

About doggonedmysteries

Agented Mystery Writer, Bull Terrier owner--I have one at the present time, Avid gardener.

Posted on November 28, 2011, in Misc and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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