Bedtime
January 1, 2022
A quick look under the bed. “See, nothing there.”
Light off.
“Goodnight, champ.”
Door closed.
A minute, then another. The foul smell. I pulled up the cover and squeezed my eyes against the chill of the greasy tentacle snaking across the bottom of my foot.
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Michael B. Fishman
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Glad Cthulu knows which bed to hide under!
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😀 Liz….
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Oh no, no, no!!
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Oh, dear me. I have so been there. Well done.
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That’s exactly when they come out. Scary!
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Not a particularly good night then!
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This is far better than the other prompt responses I’ve read for this one. 😀
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