The monster under the bed is too scared to come out

My grandson sleeps like a dropped marionette — total sprawl, total confidence — and when this added the monster, the monster is the one peeking from under the bed clutching its own tiny teddy, wide-eyed, nowhere near brave enough for whatever THAT is. The nightlight does all the work. It reads like the last page of a picture book that doesn't exist yet. His mother cried a little, then ordered a print. Tweak: 'it brought a friend; both terrified.'