Outside Of Me (A Slightly Older Fiction Story I Wrote)

             I was nervous. I kept breathing in short breaths. I was watching carefully here with each pass of movement; still no one saw me.

              They would look, and search, and investigate each possibility carefully, still, no one found me. I waited on pins and needles, breathing loudly enough to think someone might, but no one ever did; all because of what was outside of me. I hide inside the folds, under the excessively large hood, tucked my feet under. The jacket hid me for a time. I was invisible to everyone around me somehow. I considered the person who it belonged to: my uncle who people told me was a famous magician. His acts said to be stuff of legend and great wonder.

               All I knew was this for sure: I was gonna win this hide and seek game with what was outside of me, from those around me.

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