I'm so thankful that there aren't any monsters hiding or residing under my bed. Good 'Ole Dad searched every crook and cranny of this space which shelters my bed and my personal belongings. And low and behold, on the matter of my bed, this is what my dad said to me. "There's nothing here. No monsters in your room. None in your closet. I checked it with my broom! I got on my knees, and I looked under your bed. Go to sleep, son. Get some rest. By morning, you will have forgotten this whole, crazy mess!" As Thomas Hook once said, "The heaven upon earth to the weary head."