Monster In The Dark

When I was a child I camped out in the back yard with my best friend.  Huddled in our sleeping bags with flashlights shinning we would share our deepest secrets.  Outside our cozy shelter we could hear the night breeze rustling in the trees, insects calling to each other and the soft, scurrying of nighttime animals.

We teased each other with stories of ghosts, goblins and monsters until the slightest scratch on the tent sent us diving inside our bags imagining the worst.

Without warning the tent flap flew open revealing our monster of the dark – my older brother.