My monster
My monster lives in a world that is different from ours, There, everything is much more colorful and beautiful: The trees bloom, the birds do not stop singing, and there is always rainbow in the sky, There are never wars or disasters there. The monster came to our world to comfort me here: In a world where the trees are cut down, the birds here are not singing and we do not see rainbow, here, there are wars and disasters.The monster arrives late at night, sits down on my bed and begins to hum a magic tune.
She strokes my head and tells stories from her beautiful world.
The monster is rosy and her body is covered with pleasant fur, like that of childhood dolls, her large eyes are blue and inside, if you look deep, you see the rainbow that sits within each of the citizens of the magical world.
My monster likes to eat sweets, and every evening I leave a bag for a small bag full of candys. The monster likes to sing in her thin voice and sometimes, if I does not sleep in the late hours of the night, I hear the monster's amazing voice.
I love my monster.