“Please can I leave the nightlight on?”
She swayed in the doorway, the shadows on her face highlighting her grimace of disgust.
“You’re seven years old. You don’t need a nightlight anymore. They’re for babies.”
“But there are monsters in the dark.”
“I am not having this conversation again. The nightlight goes. There’s no such thing as monsters.”
She stumbled across to his bed and snatched the dinosaur shaped lamp from the bedside table, the cable pulling away, plunging the room into darkness.
She heard a growl.
He had tried to warn her.
He leapt from the bed, teeth bared.
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