Monsters under the bed are important. They are important in our childhoods, telling us we can still find sleep despite the sharp fangs and claws plucking at the bed springs beneath us. But to me, and many people like me (people who enjoy drawing strange things), the monster under the bed is a kind of muse. The things that creep around in the dark corners of our minds are the things I am chasing with my pen, and trying to wrestle onto my page. So I feed the monster under my bed, I want to keep it fat and happy. The monster in my closet, I take out for walks at night. And I draw pictures for the monster in my mind. A picture of a monster under a bed, below, and underneath that, an earlier version of the same image and another page from the comic for Shahad Abulainain.