U. Under the Bed

I'm covered head to toe in green, sticky slime.

I suppose, with what my life has been, I should realize when my daughter tells me there's a monster under her bed, it's from more than a bad dream.

Foolishly, I didn't go into her room expecting to wrestle a Grethlar demon.

I've since learned my lesson.

Yet even with the slime dripping from me, my daughter throws her arms around me and hugs me tight, letting me lift her up.

She looks at me, and what I see in her eyes goes straight to my heart.

"You're my hero, Daddy."

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