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sayitwithpocky2014-01-07 08:19 pm
doctopus) wrote in sayitwithpocky2014-01-07 08:19 pm
I want to build a pillow fort with you (and fuck you in it)
[It had all been Sam's idea; Maya's idea of building a den for herself is typically little more sophisticated than throwing a pile of bedding into some hidden nook or cranny of her house — by the washer in the laundry room, behind the sofa, or nestled between drink barrels in the restaurant storage basement. It was Sam who, after having woken alone in Maya's bedroom, her bed empty, and later discovered her dozing under the dining room table a blanket cast over her head, had offhandedly mentioned the concept of the blanket fort. Maya had been ecstatic at the idea and demanded Sam teach her how to build one.
And so, the entire day had been dedicated to the construction of the most decadent blanket fort the materials to be found in Maya's house would allow them. With the downstairs restaurant closed for refurbishment and Maya's parents out of town for a fortnight on business-y matters, there's nobody to disturb the pair in pillaging the entire upstairs living area of all the spare bedding and cushions they can find, and setting up camp in the living-room. Their work is truly a blanket castle, filled with books and snacks and piles of boardgames, and electronics too. As evening rolls around and the room fills with gloom, Maya sneaks down to the restaurant and steals the tacky fairy-lights from the outside eating area, assisting Sam as they drape their temporary blanket home in strings of little white lights.
Maya lies in her baggy pyjamas inside the fort, curling her tentacles into the plushy layer of duvets and blankets beneath her and grinning ear to ear and she gazes up at the lights pegged to the cloth ceiling.]
It's pretty! Don't you think it's pretty?
And so, the entire day had been dedicated to the construction of the most decadent blanket fort the materials to be found in Maya's house would allow them. With the downstairs restaurant closed for refurbishment and Maya's parents out of town for a fortnight on business-y matters, there's nobody to disturb the pair in pillaging the entire upstairs living area of all the spare bedding and cushions they can find, and setting up camp in the living-room. Their work is truly a blanket castle, filled with books and snacks and piles of boardgames, and electronics too. As evening rolls around and the room fills with gloom, Maya sneaks down to the restaurant and steals the tacky fairy-lights from the outside eating area, assisting Sam as they drape their temporary blanket home in strings of little white lights.
Maya lies in her baggy pyjamas inside the fort, curling her tentacles into the plushy layer of duvets and blankets beneath her and grinning ear to ear and she gazes up at the lights pegged to the cloth ceiling.]
It's pretty! Don't you think it's pretty?