Almost

Last night was a full moon.

Light crawled across the floor

as if it was searching for something.

The closet wasn’t as safe as it used to be.

The crack in the door felt wider.

The shadows - thinner.

I stood still.

Like always.

But the moonlight

almost touched me.

The little human opened his eyes.

It only takes a second to see.

I froze.

If he had looked directly into the corner -

maybe he would have seen

not eyes,

not a face,

just a shape.

And maybe he would have understood

he was never alone.

But he turned to the other side.

The moon moved on.

In the morning, the socks were still mismatched.

But he left anyway.

And I remained.

This time -

a little less hidden.

Notes by Mr. Monsterʘʘ