It was another restless night for you and your father, John. You were 8 and still scared of what's under your bed, or what's in the wardrobe. Your dad was patient, always checking and reassuring you nothing was there however many times you needed until you fell fast asleep.

It was the fifth time John had checked under the bed, in the wardrobe and anywhere else you needed him to check but yet still you were anxious. Your dad tried a different technique to get you to relax, he always sung to you as a baby as a way to soothe you. It worked then so will it work now? He had to try.

"The monster's gone.. he's on the run," John whispers crouching beside your bed which you lay on your side in, tucked beneath the covers, your favourite teddy in your arms. "And your daddy's here." He boops your nose making you smile a bit. "Beautiful.. Beautiful.. boy/girl." He whispers even quieter this time, his voice soft before then kissing your forehead.

You were a little less stressed but still needed your dad there with you, scooting closer to him. John rests a hand on your head, running his palm through your hair gently.

"Night night.. little one."

"Night.. night." You yawn, closing your eyes. Teddy held close to your body, feeling safe with your dad's presence next to you but the fear about the monster under your bed or perhaps in the wardrobe lingered in the back of your mind.