Nighttime Book Fort

I slipped down from the windowsill and padded across the deep rug to check out the bottom shelf! Two big storybooks were leaning against each other, making a triangular hollow that looked like a cozy little tent. I grabbed a forgotten woolly sock lying nearby, dragged it inside with both hands, and smoothed it flat as a miniature carpet. Tucking myself under the paper roof, I stared out into the dim room with my mouth opened wide in quiet wonder. It is the perfect bedtime hideaway!