Most kids grow up afraid of the monsters under their bed. Not me. I grew up terrified of the one that crawled into mine.  As an adult that same monster still haunts my dreams. My nightmares.  The monster has ruined me and taken away my ability to be touched.  Until him. We met in passing, by pure chance, one night.  His touch is the first that doesn't repulse me. His touch makes me feel alive. And it's terrifying.