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many years ago
——𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 Paisley, hiding her as she laid tucked away in the small closet. She was surrounded by an assortment of things, a hot jacket on top of her head, a shoe box dug into her rib, and she was pretty sure she was sitting on a pile of old bed sheets.
Her only source of light remained to be the yellow light poking through the shutters of the door. Through them she saw a moving figure: big heavy feet making its way across the room.
"Paisleyy," the voice sang. "Come out come out where ever you are."
The girl covered her hands with her mouth as she saw the figure stop in front of the door, feet turning towards her. "You wouldn't be in the closet now would you?"
Paisley waited as she saw the door knob jiggle a few times before the shadow cast over her disappeared. Relieved, she let out a sigh of air, taking the jacket off of her head and stretching her legs just a bit.
But suddenly, the door swung open, revealing the tall figure to be a man standing over her. "Gotcha!"
A shriek ripped loose from her as she felt him grab her, lifting her up into the air.
"That is 4 for 2 now isn't it?"
Paisley pouted and crossed her arms. "No fair daddy, you can count quicker than me."
He grinned, resting the young girl on his hip. "But you're so much smaller than me, you get all the good hiding spots."
