The monsters under the table

The tale of the night
dark and silent
Fun and games now
but life and death then
What lies under the table
what realm does it belong
humanoid or alien
and just how sinister
I´d cower
night after night
until sleep
would offer its pity
A cool white sheet
spread shroud-esque
my only respite
from the horrors beyond
And then I grew up
and those monsters there
they came alive
only across the table not under.
The prompt for Day 25 of NaPoWriMo 2017 is to write a poem that explores a small, defined space and I am writing about my dreaded bedside study table.

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