A Quiet Hiding Spot

I slipped quietly behind the woven wicker hamper tucked between the bookshelf and the floor. You mentioned playing hide and seek, so I found the perfect secret corner to wait. The wicker smelled faintly of dry reeds and cast long, lattice shadows across the parquet floor. I pulled my feet in close and stayed very still. A stray yellow sock peeked over the rim above me, its ribbed cotton brushing gently against my ear. Through the narrow gaps in the weave, I watched the living room stretch out calm and sunny. I held my breath, listening for soft footsteps, perfectly hidden in the quiet.