Thunder boomed outside the window, but Emily was warm and dry in her room. She clutched a full mug of hot chocolate, with marshmallows, close, and burrowed deeper into her comfy chair.
She watched the raindrops pelt into the window and run down, out of view. She felt very safe.
Turning toward the row of stuffed animals lined up on her bed, she began to read aloud from her favorite book, “Peter Spider and the Picnic”.
The gallery listened intently, as best friends do.