“Slomo….Slomo, are you awake?” I asked, gently shaking my robotic carer Slomo awake. Slomo awoke with a yawn and stretch of his robotic gears. “What is it?” he asked sleepily. I felt afraid, and my knees began to shake like collapsing buildings. “It’s the monsters,” I whimpered, “I’m afraid they might come back tonight and eat me.” “What kinds of monsters?” asked Slomo. “Ones with fierce claws and sharp teeth and gears which your hair can catch onto!”
“No monsters are going to get you tonight,” said Slomo, a hint of sleepiness in his voice, “But you know what?” “What?” I asked, confused. “I have terrible dreams too. I have dreams of the times I got blown up or ripped apart or destroyed…but that was alright, because that was in the past. Look at me! I’m fully rebuilt! No monsters are going to harm us tonight, not even people who threaten to rip me apart.”
“We still have the light off,” I said, my voice low with sorrow, “I’ll get out the toadstool nightlight.” I took out my nightlight and placed it on my bedside table, then I switched it on. A cosy yellow and red glow filled the entire room as Slomo and I snuggled down to sleep.
I felt the softness of my bed in the glow of a warm light, sighing contentedly, then Slomo took me in his arms and gave me the biggest, most loving hug in the world. You know you can rely on Slomo when you’re afraid of monsters in the dark, and do you hear that? It’s me, laughing. Laughing because Slomo is hugging me like a big brother would.
Well, he is like a robotic big brother after all!
