The night my Mom believed me

Under the sheets is the safest place to be
To cover my face as not to see
The thing in the corner that keeps staring at me
Is it my imagination or just a horrible dream?

It covers my nightlight and closes the door
I know it's getting closer by the creaks in the floor
I tremble and shake
Feeling dizzy inside
My fortress of blankets
But there's nowhere to hide

I hear it breathing
Like my grandfather snores
My face is cold and wet
The monster's drool
It pours

My room smells like a wet dog
On a hot rainy day
I scream for my Mom
Until it goes away
She says I was dreaming
A nightmare in cold sweat
How can she not smell what it left?

"Go back to bed", she says
"There's nothing here to hurt you"
She's right about that part
It just went into her room