"Actually I ran away from school when I was 13. No one could find me, and the police were called. I was just hiding in a little thicket of grass at my school, and went to sleep."
The thicket of grass sounds nice, the sky above and all that, but I think I'd choose a room like this one to hide in. I'd sink into those pillows with a good book in my hands and read myself to sleep and let the world go right on trucking without me. Only for a while. This is my Sunday fantasy.