Dear Mr. Boogie Man

Dear Mr. Boogie Man, the Monster under my bed, the Monster in my closet, and any other thoughts in my head. I write this letter in hopes to put you all in dread. I'm no longer afraid of the dark and have lost my tears to shed. My nightlight has been trashed as my dreams have been read. Plenty food for thought has kept my confidence fed. Stories of a wolf and a hood riding red gather dust on the shelf with a bear named ted. Like I said before Mr Boogie Man, the Monster under my bed, the Monster in my closet, and any other thoughts in my head. I wrote this letter in hopes of putting you all in dread. I am no longer afraid of the dark and have no tears to shed. My fears have been dashed as a the shooting star fled. Like my goldfish named Ned, my nightmares are dead. Sincerely yours, Adulthood