“Ready or not here I come!” he shouted as he opened his eyes and found me patiently sitting beside him.
Confused, he asked, “Aren’t you suppose to be hiding?”
Shrugging, I curled up beside him and pushed my back against his chest making him fall on to the bed and wrap his arms around me.
“I am hiding,” I said resting my head against his beating heart.
I heard the thunderous booming of his chuckling as he playfully teased, “I think you’ve forgotten how to play the game then.”
I shook my head, “When I was little, I was so tiny that I could fit inside the smallest space and hide away from the world…”
He lightly kissed the top of my head momentarily distracting me before I continued, “But now, with you, I feel like I shine brighter than the sun. So the greatest spot to hide would be right here in your arms.”
Kissing me softly on the lips, he looked at me curiously then covered my eyes and whispered, “Your turn.”
I sighed and closed my eyes. As he left the room, I began to count in my own darkness. I listened intently to hear his footsteps but not a sound was made. When I finally finished, I opened my eyes and searched the house.
I entered every room looking behind curtains, under beds, behind doors where I checked closets and hundreds of boxes holding our new furniture.
But, I couldn’t find him.
We only recently bought the house so there wasn’t much to hide around. So where could he be?
After searching and searching I returned to our room where my eyes rested on our orchid that sat on the windowsill. I smiled and walked over to its delicate resting place. Touching the sturdy leaves, I looked out into the street and giggled.
Dashing down the stairs and out the front door, I saw him sitting on a bench across the street in front of our neighbor’s yard.
He must have felt my gaze and looked up at me causing our eyes to momentarily meet. He smiled and beckoned me to join him.
Quickly, I snatched the keys we had left on top of an unopened box in the yard and joined him. He stood up and hugged me tight kissing my forehead before grabbing my hand and leading me down the street saying, “There is no best hiding spot as long as one is always looking.”
© 2016 Jessica Santos