Essay on The Friendly Monster Under My Bed

Once upon a time, in a cozy little room, I had a secret friend. It wasn’t a human friend, a pet, or a stuffed animal. It was a friendly monster who lived under my bed!

You might be thinking, “Monsters are supposed to be scary!” But this monster wasn’t scary at all. In fact, he was the friendliest monster you could ever imagine.

I discovered my monster friend one night when I couldn’t sleep. I peeked under my bed with a flashlight, and there he was, smiling at me with big, googly eyes. He had green fur, polka-dotted horns, and a long, swirly tail.

“Hi there!” I said, feeling a little surprised but not scared at all.

The friendly monster introduced himself as “Fluffy.” I guess he was called Fluffy because his fur was as soft as a cloud. Fluffy had a magical ability. He could glow in the dark, so he lit up my room like a nightlight when I was scared of the dark.

Fluffy and I became fast friends. We talked about all sorts of things, like our favorite ice cream flavors and the funny shapes we could find in the clouds. Fluffy even told me stories about his adventures in the monster world. He went on treasure hunts with his monster pals and sometimes helped lost kittens find their way home.

Fluffy was always there when I needed him. If I had a bad dream, he would chase the scary things away with his friendly roars. He was the best bedtime buddy I could ever wish for.

We had so much fun together. We played hide-and-seek, made up silly songs, and had tea parties with my stuffed animals. Fluffy was the life of the party, and he could juggle pillows like a circus clown!

One day, my mom found out about my friendly monster friend. She was a little surprised at first, but when she met Fluffy, she saw how kind and gentle he was. Mom even let us have a special “Monster’s Tea Party” in the living room, and we all had a blast.

Fluffy and I kept our friendship secret from everyone else. That way, he could be my special friend under the bed, and we could have our own little world of fun.

As I grew older, I started to outgrow my fear of the dark, and I didn’t need Fluffy’s glowing light as much. But he never left my side. He told me that even though I was getting bigger, I would always have a friend in him.

So, my dear friend, that’s the story of the friendly monster under my bed. He was the best friend a kid could ever have. And remember, sometimes the things that seem scary at first can turn out to be the most wonderful friends of all.