Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for December 07, 1989

I never had monsters under my bed. They were always in the closet except one time they crawled up through my covers

I don’t remember what my monsters were like.

Some people consider Calvin a little monster.

My monsters were almost never under my bed, just in the closet. Mine never talked, either.

My monsters were almost never under my bed, just in the closet. Mine never talked, either.

My monsters were in my dresser and in my closest. Had to make sure the closet door and all the dresser draws were closed. Never under the bed, though.

Monsters always have one major flaw. . . .

The one and only monster I had (and still have) only ever shows up in my dreams. Whenever he appears, the dream ends. I only ever get a split-second look at him…

I’m friends with the monster inside of my head

Sometimes I wonder why we imagine the worst of monsters in our room. Maybe they’re friendly beings and just wanted to co-exist. Right? Well, maybe that’s what they want us to think as well.