Do you see where I've been hiding in this hide-and-seek?

As a distraction from the latest medical stressors, I seem to be participating in threesentenceficathon for the first time. It is just as well that it is not an anonymous exchange, since all three prompts [edit: +1] I have filled so far could be obviously traced to me; nonetheless they are the first creative writing of any kind I have done all year. I may copy one of them to AO3 if the recipient approves. I don't know most of the requested fandoms. The songfic component interests me. I continue to feel I am not designed for fandom generally, but I am enjoying the experiment. I got out of the house before sunset and after a squall of rain which cleared just in time for clouds in the east crumbling like embers and piling up in the west like wet-inked mountains at the end of the street. Hestia has been sticking close to spatch, especially when he's in bed and she can make herself a little black challah behind his knees. I made oatmeal with goat's milk and continue not to love this year.