Safe from the Monsters Under the Bed

“Emma.” Nanu exclaimed, “Why are you out of your bed?”

“I’m scared of the monsters hiding under there,” Emma sobbed.

“Oh! I understand,” nodded Nanu, as she held out her arms.

 With Emma snuggled into her lap,  Nanu whispered in her ear,

“I remember when I was a child and used to get scared.”

“What did you do?” Emma asked, whispering back.

“Hiding under the covers was my favorite safe place.”

“But what about the monsters?  Weren’t you afraid?”

“Well, I’d leap into bed from at least two feet away,

right into the safe space, smack-dab in the middle.

Then, I’d yank the covers up over my head,

staying perfectly still, with my eyes shut tight,

my legs close together and my arms at my sides,

so not any part of me would hang over the edge.

Then I felt safe from anything under the bed.

I’d wake up next morning still frozen in place

with my arms a bit cramped from being held close.

But, I’ve always been safe from the monsters at night.

And as you can see, that’s been a long while.

It’s been seventy years, since I was your age.”

Emma studied Nanu’s wrinkles and very white hair,

thought about it a moment, then nodded her head.

Her grandmother’s story had made her feel bold.

“My bed will be my safe place,……at least ‘til I’m old.”

About Eileen

Mother of five, grandmother of nine, great-grandmother of five. 1955 -1959 Rice University in Houston, TX. Taught primary grades; Was Associate Post Director of Religious Education at Ft. Campbell, KY; Consultant on the Myers/Briggs Type Indicator, Was married for 60 years to an Architect in Middle Tennessee.

Posted on February 20, 2013, in Children's Story, Gifts of Age, Humor, Love, Parenting and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Ha! That was too cute!


  2. This was delightful! Beautifully told story.
    You could well have been describing me as a child. I still am scared of the dark!


    • I used to be scared of everything; heights, small spaces, loud noises, the dark……got over all of it in my fifties, except small spaces. I’m short and standing in crowds gets to me. Once in my late sixties, I climbed up to stand on my airplane seat, when everyone was standing crowded together for a long time when waiting to get off when the door was stuck. I’m getting better in my seventies, though sometimes it sneaks up on me for a few minutes. BUT, I still down’t sleep with my hands or feet hanging over the edge of the bed!! 🙂


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