A Fort

When we were dating we lived in an Army hotel and our room doors faced each other. On rainy Saturdays we would take blankets and turn one of our rooms into a fort. We would watch a movie or eat lunch in our fort. There is something really magical about a fort. It has secret qualities and promotes a feeling of membership.

This week I put my old table cloth on our kitchen table. It's a bit too big and hangs over each side creating a dark cave underneath. JAC instantly loved the effect and spends a good portion of each morning lurking in his cave. It's just tall enough that he can stand underneath and feel hidden.

JAC's fort has only one drawback. He has to crawl under the kitchen chairs to get in. After playing for half an hour he forgets how to get out. In frustration he tries to barrel through the chairs.

These chairs are from generations past and with a small amount of pressure the chair seats come off. JAC pushed off the chair cushion and saw daylight. He thought he had found his escape route and made a run for it. Unfortunately, he was stuck and the chair came too. This didn't slow him down. He headed out of the kitchen at warp speed and was only slowed down when the chair fell over and he tumbled with it.

I think this fort might need some improvements. A trap door or a rope to get out would make it just perfect. I hope today you have a secret hiding place to get away from the world.