Mom, what if the bed is a monster?
What if the pillow is a bait?
What if the blanket is his tool
To wrap little girls like me?
…
Does he carry them far away
Where he actually dwells
Somewhere in a dark cave
Where he feasts and savours
Innocent, little girls like me?
…
Does nobody fight back?
Is he too ugly? Too powerful?
Can I fight him, Mom?
Am I brave enough? Strong enough
To save little girls like me?
