As a child I was told there were no monsters. It was just my imagination. There was nothing under my bed, nothing in the wardrobe and certainly nothing behind the curtain. But it didn't stop the nightmares, the fear of the dark.
Then I grew up and found the monsters were real. They were in nightclubs, down alleys, in my flat, waiting in the dark for me.
The damage was done and the fear stuck with me. The monsters haunted my dreams and my waking time.
The solution was clear. I needed my own monster to keep those monsters who would hurt me at bay. The Monster in my heart, in my bed, in my soul. My monster who protects me from the dark.