One rainy afternoon, I decided to build a secret fort under the kitchen table.
I grabbed blankets, pillows, and my flashlight, then carefully tucked everything around the chairs.
It became a cozy little cave, perfect for hiding from the thunder and reading my favorite books.
I brought in snacks, stuffed animals, and even invited my dog, who wiggled in with his tail wagging.
Inside, it felt like a whole new world—safe, quiet, and all mine.
I listened to the rain tap-tap on the windows while I curled up in my blanket fort kingdom.
Mom peeked in and smiled, whispering, “Best fort ever.”
I nodded proudly, knowing I’d built something magical, one blanket at a time.