A kiss. Lights off.
What’s the matter?
Read me a story.
Mummy, please. Under my bed there are…
Under the bed there’s dust, the things you leave around instead of tidying up. There might also be some crumbs.
There are monsters, I’m telling you.
Why should there be monsters under the bed?
They envy me because of the stars I have on my ceiling and they want to put them out.
Really? How naughty of them.
Read me a story mummy… It’s important.
Why is it so important?
It’s important because the good things you read me beat the bad thoughts I’m afraid of.