No. 528

Stephanie’s cushion fort had collapsed and she was left facing the stark, normal living room. There were monsters out there, both real and imagined, and her shield had fallen.

She scrambled to raise the walls back up, pressing her tiny body against the back of the couch to fit inside. She balanced the middle cushion on the others to re-set the roof.

Her hideaway didn’t feel as safe, this time, though, and as she peered out through the cracks in the walls, she wondered if the monsters had noticed their opportunity.

She clutched her blanket, anyway, and dared them silently to come at her.