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The Dark Is Just Shy

At bedtime, Leo watched the darkest corner of his room. Something rustled there. He hugged his blanket, then peeked over it.
—I know you are there.
A tiny voice sighed. Comemiedos stepped out.
—Correct. I’m the fear-eater. Also, I’m behind on my work.

Leo blinked. A fear-eater in his room was surprising. A fear-eater who looked embarrassed was even stranger.
—Do you eat big fears or little fears?
—Tonight, I’ll take any size, he said. His belly gave a squeaky GRRRR. Leo almost laughed out loud.

First, Leo pointed at a tall shape by the door. Comemiedos tiptoed closer, while Leo followed with careful steps.
They touched it together. It was only Leo’s coat.
—That monster has sleeves.
—Very unfashionable sleeves.
He munched the fear with a happy CHOMP and grew rounder.

Then the radiator creaked: CREAK. Leo froze, but Comemiedos raised one ear.
They listened again. The radiator clicked and sighed as it cooled after a long day.
—It sounds tired.
—Maybe it needs tiny pajamas.
Another fear vanished into his belly. He yawned, then waddled onward.

Next, a shadow stretched across the wall. Leo’s heart bumped once. Then he lifted his hands near the lamp. Two long ears appeared.
—Bunny, he whispered.
Comemiedos added wiggling fingers, making the bunny dance.
—That rabbit owes me a snack.
He nibbled the last worry and swayed sleepily.

The room went still. Leo looked toward the switch. Turning off the lamp felt like the biggest step.
Comemiedos gave a small nod.
—We checked everything.
Leo breathed in, clicked the switch, and waited. Darkness folded around him, quiet and soft. Nothing jumped. Familiar shapes rested nearby.

Under the bed, Comemiedos curled up, round and full. Soon his snores went puff-puff, like sleepy bubbles.
Leo smiled. The dark was not empty. It was shy, holding soft shapes until morning.
—Good night, fear-eater.
He tucked his blanket close, closed his eyes, and let the gentle darkness stay.






