Aside from Graveyard I’m beginning to suspect this is the most inwardly sensual game I’ve ever played. I had a large group of people over. Foster family who I know well but I’m not technically related to. They invite me in like I belong anyway, even though I know, just under the skin, that I don’t. Anyway, I’m generally resentful when more than ten people are in my house at one time. It’s too much energy and I hide in my room like a broody little rat. I can feel the house vibrating with all the bodies and it gets under my skin. So I went for a walk and when I came back people were darting downstairs. “It’s hide and go seek.” They said. I ******** ran. I crammed myself down into a basement crevice with the light off and walled myself in. I stayed still and heard whispering. Stayed still.
The first few rounds were fun but it got better once we started to figure out where we all hid. We had to be more resourceful. Some people were in the trunk in the garage and I knew I had to up my game. I tried to cram myself into the dryer aside from a minor spinal injury, that didn’t achieve anything. Then I darted into the garage, grabbed a coat, and tucked away into the freezer. I felt ice pressing to my back and part of it was erotic. My heart was pounding and I was alone in the darkness – thinking that I might as well be a corpse. Then my little cousins came in and I popped out of the freezer and watched them scatter like screaming banshees.
My last and more successful spot was upstairs. I was into it at this point. Feeling like prey and liking it. The thing about Hide and go seek is that simple rearranging is the best strategy. Like no one notices when something moves slightly. So, I tucked myself behind the curtains and gazed out the window. The light was off. Several times a hunting party came by me. “Where is she?” They talked about me while I sucked in my air soundlessly beside them. If you think you can’t be seen, and hold it, then often you really won’t be found. For three rounds I hid there until they gave up and called me out. Finally on the last game my little sister followed me and refused to go anywhere else save my winning spot. So I tucked her in. We made faces at each other and her giggling gave us up.
Adrenaline, suspense, release.
But for three rounds I was alone. I thought about you. I breathed on the glass and drew hearts in the fog. I wrote our initials with the addition sign between and said that it equaled perfect math. That’s my only understanding of math really, as I sit here, not doing math, the only class which I need to do better in to get to University. The only math I know is that you and I are in love. I know our symmetry and I know our chemistry. Instead of taking notes in class I write your name over and over again. How many miles between us? That’s math. The time difference? That’s math. This is besides the point, because during hide and go seek, I saw you there beside me – just on the other side of that curtain. I saw that you were reachable and I saw the thin fabric that separates us. It can so easily be pulled down.
Then caught -- we went back. I melted into my computer chair, though I can feel the frozen peas still pressed to my a**. Just about everyone cleared out and our screaming house is silent. I don't get to play games anymore and I miss them. I'm so unremarkable.
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