The flicker of the TV illuminated his bedroom, drowning out the darkness with his favorite programs. Do you remember how we became friends? The light scared off all monsters; they kept him safe. Do you remember my face? With contorted flesh and broken bones. I made myself known. Do you remember my touch? I cradled him in my arms. My sweet boy. I took him away. Do you remember that night, Murray? When you stared into the mirror? You see the same monsters from your bedroom, don't you? But your skin is not your own. You're not the real you.