82. Monster Story

A little while later, after pulling off my headphones and turning off the music, as I lie in bed in a house that’s supposed to be safe and secure, I realize I need to talk to Kelsey. I need to see her. I miss her, but more than that I just need to see and feel and know she’s right there. I want to kiss her and escape in a warm glow of light that crushes this darkness.

I try and think how I’m going to do this.

I’m not supposed to.

But they don’t have to know, and they don’t have to see.

These are monsters, Chris.

Yes. But every monster story has a hero who slays them.

And every hero has his heroine.

And if he needs to save her at the end, so be it.

But the hero needs to see the heroine.

There’s no way of getting around that.

And yet, when the sun rises each morning, then sets each night …

I don’t do anything.

I don’t sneak away and meet with Kelsey. Nor do I contact her in any way.

I just wait.

I guess I’m learning.

Maybe. Possibly.

I don’t know.