I hid under the dining room table long before the dinner party started.
I counted the legs, both wooden and human. The worn shoes, scuff marks, panty house, hems.
What if the table collapsed and I was crushed.
Wait, have to adjust to avoid getting kicked.
I hear the muffled sound of voices, laughter, munching.
My heart beats in my ears and somehow I am surrounded by life and yet utterly alone.
From a star distance we see how life goes on and the little girl breathes from her own secret space. Waiting for God to pass by--a whirwind? a fire? an earthquake? a hurricane? a chicken leg? a deviled egg?