My first poem

Before sleeping

I do not know whether to smile or fear,

The danger is waiting quite near.

Everything seems to be twice as big,

The monster under my bed is wearing a crazy wig.

Behind the curtains the shadows are shimmering in a creepy dance,

Can’t breathe or move by any chance.

In utter horror I’m turning my head,

Where those beautiful eyes are shining into my bed.

Peace and quiet sprawling my little soul,

Anxiety reduced into the smallest hole.