[20 minutes ago]
"Tadaa!" Harlow presented the completed blanket fort with a flourish. "What do you think?"
Iris ducked her head inside and surveyed their creation with critical eyes.
Inside, the world was a soft, dim cocoon. The air smelled of clean sheets and Harlow's strawberry perfume. Light filtered through the cotton overhead, painting everything in a warm, hazy glow.
They'd spent the last twenty minutes stretching sheets between chairs, stacking pillows for walls, and weighing down corners with hardcover books. The result was surprisingly sturdy for a temporary structure.
"Not bad," Iris said, crawling inside. "We could make the ceiling higher if we used that lamp as a center post."
"Oooh, smart!" Harlow clapped her hands together. "You're way better at this than my sisters. Cassidy always says blanket forts are for babies, Vivienne worries about wrinkling the sheets, and Sabrina just reads inside them without helping build."
