She used to pull the covers over her head when shadows morphed into monsters.

One day she walked into her room, tears clinging to her cheeks, and the monster growled.
She growled louder.

Now she dangles her arm out the side of her bed, and they hold hands.

Katherine DeGilio has made friends with most of her demons, except for the dreaded bio. She’s a writer, yet she never knows what to write in here.