Brad knew the noise downstairs didn’t come from a monster. It came from the dog. That didn’t prevent him from keeping his eyes tightly shut as he lay alone in his bed. Brad felt uneasy sleeping alone. His wife Kelly was away on a business trip. They’ve been married twenty-three years. Over half their lives. When she’s away his world’s askew.
Down the hall the kids slept soundly. He’s their protector. He wondered how soundly they’d sleep if they knew that dad was so tense.
Another movement of the dog snapped Brad to attention. Unfortunately, thanks to things like the six o’clock news, he knew all to well of the real monsters that roam the world. It made him yearn for the days of his childhood monsters, when he sent out his imaginary pet dinosaurs to protect him. Imaginary pet dinosaurs could do little to protect his family from the real monsters. He felt exhausted and silly.
The next thing Brad heard was the morning alarm. He breathed a sigh of relief. They survived the night. This evening Kelly would return from her trip. Somehow, Brad’s world felt hopeful.