PaperFox74

The Monster watched her sleep. He came in through the window, as he did most nights, and watched her sleep. The Monster wasn't scary; he was lean and had a hard face. But her face was soft. Soft with the essence of beauty and youth. The Monster thought she was beautiful. He had never seen anything so beautiful before. She looked so peaceful. A child without a care. She flinched. The Monster thought she was having a nightmare, but he dared not wake her for fear of her nightmares becoming real. The Monster only sat and watched her sleep. This was the only time The Monster got to see her. She never saw The Monster. The Monster was not bad