Abby
"Mommy, I'm scared." I watch as my mother and father shift on their bed, rolling over to opposite sides to turn on their own lamps.
They slept in the middle, holding each other as if there were nothing else in the world.
"Abigail?" My mother's sweet voice called out to me.
"What's going on?" My father's rough voice booms shortly after.
I adjust my stance, hugging their doorway closer to my body.
"There's a monster under my bed." I can hear my mother whispering softly to my father, followed by a soft deep chuckle.
Dad stands his entire height and walks right over to me. He stops just before my bunny slippered feet and bends down enough to be eye level with me.
"Know what I do when I'm afraid of the dark darlin'?" I shake my head, clutching the wood of the door frame tighter. "I fight the monsters head on."