Running From Monsters

Running. Your flimsy shoes hitting the dirt. Your hair pushed out of your face by the wind. You look behind you, it's still there. The monster your running from the. It's calling your name. "Come back, and face me." it calls. But you don't want to. Your too scared of it. "I can't! I just can't face the monster!" You telling your self to the rhythm of your pounding heart. You used to curl up under the covers and hide, but you can't anymore. You can't stay there, this monster isn't like the little ones. It's huge. It's bigger than you. So you figure, you have to run, there's no other way out. But in the back of your mind, in the depths of your heart, you know that running isn't a way out either. You can only run for so long, you can only go so far before you realize that the monster has somehow become bigger and you have become more alone and scared than you have ever been. So you stop. Stop running. You try to calm your self down, but your breathing too hard. It's cold. You can see your breath in the dusky night. You turn around to see your monster standing there. "Monday's coming" it says. It's not out of breath like you are. "Look, you can't hide forever, like I told you Monday's coming, you can't daydream for ever." The monster is right.