My brother warned me
It - The Blob -
-shiny gloppy sticky jelly monster-
lived and breathed and oozed
behind my sofa,
just a second’s slime
away from my tiny bed.
Night after night
I cowered under cotton covers
-chest tight, eyes wide, breath slight-
for the moment I knew with
every quivering inch of my skinny spindly self
and slime would ooze out and consume me,
limb by 5-year-old limb
in excruciating slow motion.
Now I laugh fondly at my little girl gullibility
When a slash of moon disturbs my dreams I carefully avoid the sofa.