Child's Play

The high bubble of a child’s laughter,
followed by a shriek, and thuds as furniture topples over.
I found you, I found you!
On repeat, like that of a broken record player.
Again, and again, and again, and again.
I found you, I found you!
Scrambling through the living room, into the bedroom:
checking the bed, the desk, behind the curtains,
whisked away with the promise of another hiding spot.
I found you, I found you!
An eye at the crack of the wardrobe door,
checking, smiling silently,
grubby hands pulling the wood closer to her body.
I found you, I found you!

But you haven’t found me.

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prompt 6/30: hiding