I Made Us A Fort 🏕️ 🌟 🐰

 

I made us a fort before the evening could grow too ordinary.

It stands beneath the blankets, warm with lantern light and soft enough to hold every thought you carried here. The pillows have been arranged around a little table where the teapot is waiting, though it has been known to pour more stories than tea. 🫖 

The bear 🐻 beside the entrance has promised to keep watch, but he is easily distracted by biscuits and may need help.

You may come in exactly as you are. There is no password. The fort knows you by the sound of your footsteps.

Inside, the rules of the day have loosened. The star-shaped pillow can hold a worry until morning. The books beside the lantern open to different pages depending on who is reading. The drawings on the floor sometimes change after midnight, and one of the rabbits has been trying for weeks to tell us where the missing crayons go. We have listened carefully, but rabbits have their own way of getting to the point. 🐰 

Sit here beside me. The tea is nearly ready, and the cups are small because this is the sort of place where you can always ask for more. ☕️ 

When the lantern flickers 🕯️ we will each tell one impossible thing. It can be something we remember, something we hope for, or something that has never happened anywhere except here. 

We will give it a name, dress it up, and see what it does next.

That is how the game begins. One person imagines a door, and another person agrees to walk through it. 🚪