It was nearly four in the morning. Olive rolled over and tried sleeping her right side. It was very similar to her left. Maybe, she thought, if she could just close her eyes for a minute…it was no use. The thing under the bed was still breathing heavily and as long as it was there, sucking air through what she could only imagine to be a massive, pig-like snout, Olive wasn’t getting any sleep.
The thing under her bed—whatever it was—didn’t seem particularly concerned with the fact that Olive had a test on her multiplication tables in the morning, nor did it seem to care that it had spent an entire night for the promise of such a meager meal as Olive—poor, scrawny, knuckles and knees Olive—but at least for now they appeared to be at a sort of stalemate. It seemed as if the monster was, for whatever reason, unable to come out from his hiding spot to simply grab her off her bed, or else he likely would’ve done so hours ago. So long as Olive stayed tucked in, safe beneath her covers, the monster wouldn’t be able to devour her, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t ruin her night.