The Monkey – Submitted by Marz Allora
I remember, when i was about 5, i was with my sister, spending the night at my grandmas house. it was late, and stormy. i was ready to fall asleep on the couch. at the other end of the couch, was where my big sister Kaylin was sleeping, also there was the door that lead into the living room. my grandparents and my sister were asleep, and as i closed my eyes, i saw the door open, the light was on in the dining room, so i could see who, or what, was coming through the door. i didn’t see anyone, so i figured it was just tiger, my grandmas cat. then i remembered that cats cant open doors. just then i see a small shadow. and out from behind the couches arm, walking on its hands, was my favorite stuffed animal.
It was a brown Capuchin monkey, with exceptionally long arms and tail. it looked at me with its big brown eyes as i realized i left it at home. i was struck by fear as it smiled at me, cocking its head to the side and widening its eyes. i covered my head with a blanket, and waited. i dont remember how long i did, but later that night i uncovered my face and searched for it. the monkey was gone. sleep eventually found me and i let it take me in its arms. the next morning my sister woke me, by poking my face.
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