She ties the bandana over my eyes. Darkness. The laughs are loud and directionless. With stretched out hands, I probe the space in front of me. My arms bump furniture as they follow voices rebounding off the walls. My hands recognize a bed and I climb up. The mattress springs reveal a player. On hands and knees, I lunge blindly forward and the bottom vanishes from underneath me. Tumbling to the floor, my head rattles. My landing ends with gasps. I peel the blindfold off and touch my throbbing ear. My fingers drip red. I look up. The corner of the sewing machine trickles blood and a small pool collects on the floor. Hysteria ends the game.