One rainy afternoon, I was playing hide-and-seek with my big sister, and I needed the perfect hiding spot.
I tiptoed across the room and slipped quietly into the closet, closing the door just a crack.
Inside, it was dark and a little dusty, with soft clothes brushing against my cheeks.
I held my breath as footsteps came closer—thump, thump, thump!
“Where are you?” my sister called, giggling as she looked under the bed and behind the curtains.
My heart beat fast, but I stayed still as a statue, not even sneezing when a feather tickled my nose.
Finally, the door creaked open, and she shouted, “Found you!” with a big smile.
We both laughed and hugged, and I decided closets make great hideouts—and even better memories.