Behind the couch

With some effort, you manage to squeeze yourself between the sofa and the wall, disappearing entirely from sight. Ah, this brings back memories from when you were a kid. Hiding behind the sofa is victory.

You hear Elaine enter the room, and after a bit of walking around, she leaves. Because she can’t find you. Because you’re awesome. The same cycle happens again, Elaine coming into the living room but finding nothing worthwhile. Because the only thing worthwhile in the room is you. And she can’t find you. Because you’re awesome.

It isn’t until the enters the room for a third time that you feel the couch shift a bit, and looking up, you see the exasperated face of Elaine. “Dear, how in the world do you fit yourself in places like that?”

You simply answer, “Because I’m the best hide-and-seeker there is! Duh!” You begin crawling out from behind the couch, but something gets stuck. And that something is your butt.

“Uh, Elaine… A little help here?” You can’t see Elaine from your position, but certainly she heard you and will help you, right?

Apparently not as you hear a mumbled, “The best…” coming from behind you. You have a feeling she’s talking about something other than your hide-and-seek skills. With a rush of brute ****, you pull yourself free with a pop. No thanks to Elaine.

“The best there is…” she utters.