The lightning had died down. But the rain was just starting, thunder still deafening the ears of the little bunny hiding under his covers. He tensed as the thunder echoed around him. It drowned out the sound of his bedroom door opening. A warm paw landed gently on his head.
"Jack, sweetheart."
His mother's voice had him drawing his head from blankets. It was pitch black, except for the battery lamp she was holding. She smiled with sympathy when she saw his exhausted and terrified face. The lamp was set on the bedside table as she made herself comfortable on the tiny bed. Her young son climbed into her arms, confident now that monsters under the bed wouldn't get him.
Not with his mother nearby and not with the light next to them, keeping them at bay.