Once Upon a Dream

A collection of short stories, poems, and ideas.


9. Only a Game

        As a young child, I have always been adept at the simple game of hide-and-seek. It seems silly, to consider yourself good at playing a game, but as sad as it sounds, its something I've always bragged about; the ability to morph into the shadows, to melt away in plain sight, to mess with the perspective of others. Is it wrong to be overly-competetive in a mere game? I go hardcore, concealing myself in the smallest of nooks and crannies. Even the classic spot of the closet, I have brought to a new level, spreading myself on the closet floor, covered with the failed endeavors of hung up jackets, and steeling myself with bated breath when one happens to stretch a limp into the jumble of coats. I even once posed as a backpack at the bottom of a staircase, not found for many an hour. But on a particular evening, I decided to hide under the shadows of the bed, a place so common, none check to look. Amidst all of the wrappers and dusty clothes, maybe I should have checked for monsters first.

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