It’s hard to be inconspicuous when you’re hanging upside down. It wasn’t my first choice of hiding place. If you ask me how I got up here the answer is I don’t know. I panicked. I panicked and instead of going into the wardrobe or locking myself in the bathroom.

There’s a hole below me big enough for me to fall through but not big enough for people to look up into and notice me. I didn’t want them to notice me which is how I ended up here in the first place. Stuck holding myself up with my hands to not fall through the hole onto the floor that would surely result in a broken bone or two - or neck.

I can’t make out anything that’s been said. They have no idea I’m here. This is good right? But I kind of need getting help down. I’m quite comfy for the minute. I’m surprised I haven’t broken the structure I’m in. I’m not sure what it’s made of, fabric? Plastic? Either way it only just looks strong enough to hold me. I don’t want to be here for much longer. The people in the doorway just need to move and stop having whatever family meeting.

Oh no. I’ve got a cramp in my calf. Probably from squatting and squeezing into this ceiling apparatus. I move just a smidge and I hear a tear.

I’m then falling to my death. I can hear whooshing and as I hit the ground I swear I hear a crack. It was one floor, two floors down maybe because of the spiral staircase.

I don’t dare move. Four faces come into my field of vision peering over me just as I was over them.

“Who are you? What were you doing in the light fixture? Why are you wearing my clothes?!”The older woman asks. All four family members stair at me with both fear and wonder. This is not how I thought this was going to go.