“Nonsense, Jack. There’s nothing under the bed. Monsters don’t exist.”
“Ok, mummy, if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure. Now back to sleep. You’ve got school in the morning. Night, night.”
She kisses me, ruffles my hair.
I lay back down. I let my hand fall out of bed, drop towards the floor, and I whisper. “You should be safe there, she thinks I imagined you.”
There’s a pause. A scaly tongue licks my hand. Then. “Thank you.”
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