The Sofa Monster: A Narrative Fiction

At first Sammy didn't know what it was, or what it wanted from him. He wasn’t the bravest seven-year-old and still slept with a nightlight and teddy bear. But, Sammy had to be brave today, because not even his own parents would believe what he saw. He sat on the floor playing with his match box cars, pushing them around, and making engine sounds with his fluttering lips. That's when it climbed out of the couch, a hodge-podge of things that were lost in the sofa cushions, deep in the cracks; pencils, crayons, coins, gum, M&M’s, crumbs, all sorts of other odds and ends that get eaten by the sofa.

Sammy watched as it slid off the sofa cushion. He froze as it walked toward him. The strange creature stared at him with its one blue, one green M&M eyes, reached out to touch him with its half tooth pick, half Q-tip arms. Screaming, Sammy bolted out of the living room and headed for the kitchen. He slid under the table to hide from it. Resting between the wooden chair legs, he caught his breath as he watched for the Sofa Monster.
“Boy, where are you?” Sofa Monster called through its shoestring lips.

Sammy was quiet and kept his eyes on it, afraid of what the collage might do to him. The Sofa Monster lowered his shiny, quarter head and sat down on the floor. He started sobbing.

Sammy quickly examined it and decided to run while it wasn’t looking. He headed toward the laundry room to find his mother. “Mom there is a Sofa Monster chasing me.” He tugged at her shirt to get her attention.

“That’s nice. Did you put away your toys?”

Okay mom’s busy, he thought, so he raced to the garage to find his father. Sammy made it as far as the kitchen when he noticed it peering around the doorway at him. He skidded to a stop, turned, and he headed the other