Blankets

Dear Susan,
I love you. I sent you out to get some milk because I knew that the monster had finally found us. I can hear him, shuffling about in the kitchen, looking for me. It’s okay though. I’m safe here.

When we were children and we heard the monster, we would go to the only safe place we could find: our beds.

I’m hiding in the one place he can never find me. The monster can only hurt us if he can see us, and I am safe under these blankets.

What’s funny is there’s enough light to write this lett—oh. These blankets are flannel. They’re see-through.

Run. It’s not safe hersgdfhssYOUARENEXT