A monster dwells in my house.
It's resided here for many years, since that day I unwittingly welcomed it into my home. I harbored a tad of trepidation even then, yet I hoped this harmless appearing thing might be of some value to my life.
I greatly underestimated its power--the terror it could instill, the carnage that would linger after each of our battles.
I contained the monster to a single room and did my best to avoid it. But it remained a lurking evil in the corner, and from time-to-time, I was forced to confront my fear and face it head-on.
Tonight, I know I must once again summon my courage.
Oh how I long for some protective suit of armor. Heavy armor serves no purpose, however, in our terror-filled showdowns. Inexplicably, I must approach the monster while I'm nearly naked.
My bare skin prickles tonight as I enter the room.
Although the monster is mute, I swear it growls as I eye it. I hear an inhuman rumble of evil laughter.
I so want to squash it like a spider. But stepping on this monster only enhances its power. This much I know, even as I am forced to do what I must to see the battle through to its finish.
I step forward.
The monster's red eyes begin to glow. My fear intensifies, and I shield my eyes. Then, I force myself to turn back. I stand tall, peer down and confront the enemy.
My God, the horror.
I leap away. I scream and flee through the house. I collapse on the couch. I whimper and gasp for breath.
The trauma is all consuming.
Seriously, my bathroom scale has got to go.