"Dont’ wake up the monsters," his mother would say when she grew tired of hearing her son's nightmares. "Don’t wake up the monsters," she repeated. The monsters looked like all the men in that family: they slept in comfortable beds, had breakfast, played with their children, worked, drank, came home late, fought with the same intensity as they made love, and went back to sleep. Monsters that could be seen in any mirror in the house.
