Nylons fuse to my legs, a second skin, the color of caramel cubes.
My gut grumbles and I know I’m hungry.
Will anyone find me? Hide and seek moves so slowly.
I feel pleasantly pruned, standing in water up to knees.
Some…things slither over my feet, trying to suck on my toes.
They slide off so easily.
Mentally I thanked Nanay for the nylons.
A last thought as my eyes water from
Staring at the slugs moving slowly, warped by the foggy water;
Listening to fish splash wildly, blending the water;
Blue torpedoes pass by my knees and I zone out,
Blinking wildly, I hear someone laughing, more splashing.
“TAG, you’re it Ate!”