Sheet Hut

Silently, I lay under a mansion for ants. Ghosts barf encapsulates us, making Kendyl, Dylan and I look like mad men hunting for unicorns. It’s dark, no sign of light is showing, only whispers, giggles, pen dropping and the occasional fart is all to be heard. Claustrophobia takes my body to a point where I'm hyperventilating. I threw myself out second take three deep breaths “It’s over!”