The Little Things “Mom what’s a pillow fort?” I looked at my Mom sitting on the couch next to me,”Allison you don’t know what a pillow fort is?” She looked at me smiling and said,”We’re gonna build one ok? Lemme me move the couches…” I remember at that moment being so excited, just thinking “Wow! I’m going to have my own fort!” I ran around the house helping my mom get all the blankets and pillows needed for my little sanctuary. When it was all said and done it looked a lot worse than I had pictured in my head. It was completed with chairs for support, both of our couches, and a blanket roof rapidly sinking in. It was still amazing to my little 5 year old self. I crawled in and sat down on a heap of pillows that were slowly being covered
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It was around 2 or 3 years since I built that first fort, it was around this time I met Mia. She went to my elementary school and our friendship bloomed. I was naturally quiet and so was she but we found many similarities in each other. After going to her house what seemed a million times she said to me,”Do you wanna build a pillow fort?” My eyes lit up and I said something along the lines of, “Yes, this is going to be the best pillow fort you’ve ever been in Mia.” I was just staring at her intently the whole time. We set to building. Neither of us were naturally skilled builders so eventually her dad came and helped us, but in the end it really was the best pillow fort I had ever seen. We had a pitched roof attached to the ceiling fan and chairs surrounding us to hold that up, her dad brought down her mattress from her room to use as flooring, and we had the perfect view of the tv from our resting spot inside. That night I didn’t worry about anything that night, not about school or my at home life. It was perfect, we even watched “The Lion King” a movie I despised but in that little tent we pitched I was more than happy to watch it. That night I just remember falling asleep so happy, because of Mia and that fort we had. Our own little
It was around 2 or 3 years since I built that first fort, it was around this time I met Mia. She went to my elementary school and our friendship bloomed. I was naturally quiet and so was she but we found many similarities in each other. After going to her house what seemed a million times she said to me,”Do you wanna build a pillow fort?” My eyes lit up and I said something along the lines of, “Yes, this is going to be the best pillow fort you’ve ever been in Mia.” I was just staring at her intently the whole time. We set to building. Neither of us were naturally skilled builders so eventually her dad came and helped us, but in the end it really was the best pillow fort I had ever seen. We had a pitched roof attached to the ceiling fan and chairs surrounding us to hold that up, her dad brought down her mattress from her room to use as flooring, and we had the perfect view of the tv from our resting spot inside. That night I didn’t worry about anything that night, not about school or my at home life. It was perfect, we even watched “The Lion King” a movie I despised but in that little tent we pitched I was more than happy to watch it. That night I just remember falling asleep so happy, because of Mia and that fort we had. Our own little