Under my bed

I have a large Tupperware thing underneath my bed. It holds all kinds of supplies such as post it notes, pens, pencils, etc. There are also documents, receipts, among other crap in this thing. It is full and very heavy.
There’s also dog hair. My dog will hide here when I tell him he has to get his nails clipped or get a bath. This will become a chess match. Even using a broom handle to poke him out doesn’t help. Time and food bribery will only remedy this. My bedroom floor is wood/​laminate and no matter how much you sweep it, dog hair will find its way there in no time. It doesn’t have the «hiding things» feature of carpet. Nope. If it is dirty, you see it. And see it you do.
That’s whats up.

Unilocal challenge 2015. ¹⁹⁹⁄₃₆₅
For a long time my dog would sneak under the bed and sleep. Well, I thought she was sleeping. I finally looked under the bed and she had tore up an entire sketch book. She ripped the paper into a zillion pieces. Ohhhhhh the hubsters was mad, all his life drawing sketches from art school were gone. You know what else she did? She collected a bunch of socks, a couple of shoes, some stuffed animals. She was up to no good under that bed.
Now when I was 3 years old do you know what was under my bed? A ghost. The ghost would pick me up and carry me into the hallway. I would wake up in the hallway and scream, my dad would carry me back to my bed, my own bed. Even multiple ghost sighting wouldn’t give me a pass to sleep in my parents room. We moved away later that year. Luckily the ghost didn’t follow us.
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Under my bed I have a massive amount of sexual toys and chips. But unfortunately no sheep skinned rubbers at this time.
I did supply myself with some glow in the dark rubbers though. They work wonders, especially if the guy can’t find his car keys next to the bed.
So yeah under my bed we can find so many things. I also have a trap door that we can get all pulp fiction. I have leprechaun gimp suit too. So come on down and allow me to show you how to live out your fantasy, with the sexual devices under my bed.
Sincerely VD

There are monsters there…

My bed in a stack of mattresses, so NO SPACE UNDER MY BED! YAY!!!
As I child I had an overactive imagination — and to be honest I am still terrified of small dark spaces [read: closets, corners and under-​bed spaces]. I keep expecting that somehow we’ve all been wrong and deceived and there really ARE horrible things that lurk in the dark, waiting…
So far so good, but just in case I do have a Buddha by my bed.

Feathers and the box (only!?) for a really terrible, um, «marital aid» that somehow found its way into my possession. This is why one shouldn’t shop after drinking alcohol.

Change the address to L.A.
Under my bed is a cat sitting on a pile of dust bunnies. The cat hissed at me but I will keep her anyway.

Thank god Neyah reminded me to look under my bed! I found my signed HughesThrall concert poster! Happy night indeed.