Maybe the monster just turns back into clothes when the light's on. You barely escaped.
Part of becoming an adult is going from "Oh no there's a monster in the closet." to "Maybe I should get up and check, I'm sure my mind is just playing tricks on me" to finally "Even if theres a monster, I don't care, I'm too tired."
Ah, I see you haven't reached the "it might be nice if the monster gets me while I'm asleep . . ." phase of your life yet.
Maybe the monster just turns back into clothes when the light's on. You barely escaped.
Part of becoming an adult is going from
"Oh no there's a monster in the closet."
to "Maybe I should get up and check, I'm sure my mind is just playing tricks on me"
to finally "Even if theres a monster, I don't care, I'm too tired."
Ah, I see you haven't reached the "it might be nice if the monster gets me while I'm asleep . . ." phase of your life yet.