Whenever these monsters would come get me, I'd run like a six year old inside the closet and hug my dinosaur blanket around me. I just noticed and confirmed it last night, when the monsters made another visit.
I couldn't get away from the monster, as the closet, has always been there for me. I wish I'd get over the blanket and closet phase before the monster eats up the remaining sanity in me. Or better yet, a bigger closet.
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