What’s your name?” Sally asked the dark room.

“What?” Came the usual deep rumble.

“You know my name. What’s yours?”

“What would you like it to be?”

“What do you mean? Don’t you have a name?”

“I do. It’s complicated.”

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“My mom says that a lot.” Sally lowered her voice, “It’s complicated.” She giggled at her best impression of her mom

“It’s hard to pronounce. So you can give me a name. It would make me happy.”

“Well, since you are a monster under the bed. “

“I’m not.”

“How about Mons, Mutb, Mont, Monty?”

The deep voice chuckled, “I know a Monty. He lives in West Virginia. How about something else?”

“Um, ok. You live under my bed.”

“Not really, but go on.”

“How about something like Unddy or Und. How about Und?” Sally said gleefully.

“That makes me happy. Nice to meet you, Sally. I’m Und.”

“Nice to meet you too, Und.”

“Good night Sally.”

"Good night Und."