Lester woke up at 2:45AM, like normal, instinctively reaching for his flashlight. He sat up in bed, waiting for the inevitable thumping of footsteps in the halls. He knew the monsters would be awake now, forcing the four year old to leave the safety of his old crib. Yes, crib. His parents weren't able to buy Lester a big kid bed, and they always seemed to forget about it either way. So, Lester climbed out of his crib, his feet landing softly on the carpet floor. He was grateful for the carpet, since it was a pretty big jump for someone his size. He heard a monster's footsteps coming closer, so Lester quickly hid inside of the closet and hugged the flashlight tightly to his chest. He silently hoped it was Rosalie, keeping his flashlight off just in case... After a few minutes, the door shut again. It was safe to come out.