hide and seek

Hiding. We're downstairs in your parent's basement. It's dark.

"We're safe when the lights are off," you say.

I ask about the party upstairs, and you mumble something. I ask when your parents are getting home, and you say you don't know. I ask lots and lots of questions, and you kiss me to shut me up. When we're done kissing, you say you want a drink, so I go upstairs to get you a drink. When I return the lights are still off.

"I told them to turn the music down," I say.

You kiss me over and over again, then you whisper in my ear: "Can you see in the dark?"

I shake my head, but you can't see me.