Last night, I set up a tent right inside the living room, making a cozy little hideaway.
I brought in my favorite blanket, a flashlight, and a stack of storybooks for our indoor camping adventure.
The walls of the tent glowed softly with twinkling fairy lights my mom hung around the edges.
I pretended I was deep in the forest, listening to imaginary crickets and owls outside.
Sometimes, my cat sneaked inside to join me, curling up at my feet like a camping buddy.
I whispered stories to the shadows and felt brave and cozy all at once.
When I finally fell asleep, I dreamed of real stars and moonbeams shining through the tent roof.
Camping inside was just as magical as being outside under the night sky.