Find me. Please.

when you're around i feel like i did last year, i mean when i was 8. when i played hide and seek and my entire body was shaking because i could hear the finder's tiny voice throughout the dark house. ready or not hear i come. it was but a whisper through the layers of pillows that invaded my personal space and clogged my passage to air. i was never one of those kids to reveal my hiding spot before the finder would find me. i never understood the point when kids came crawling out from underneath desks and shimmying their scrawny bodies from behind bedposts. were they scared of the dark or were they scared of success? i always sat the quietest and i never came out of my chamber. while i was there it turned into my castle and i was the queen. although i was silent in waiting, in my head i was ruling the world. nothing could stop me. it was the most amazing feeling in the world. i absolutely loved this game. the only thing that could halfway give away my secret consignment was the occasional giggle that snuck out of the men and woman and children that I was in company with, eating and dancing and singing with. Suddenly the pillow that seemed to be 100 feet long would be lifted off my face and the finder would laugh, knowing she’d won. “found you”, she’d say. I’d laugh too and forget, for now, about my secret and enchanted castle. I’d climb out of the pile using all of my muscles. This was a great game. When I was 8 I felt good.