Every so often, something moves Blythe to tear apart her bedroom and sleep on the floor. Perhaps it is the cycles of the moon; perhaps it is the stirrings of her soul. Whatever it is, it creates a mess. This week, she has pulled both the mattress and box spring off the bed frame and created a tent, using a sheet spread between the headboard and footboard. She's created a soft (ish) layer of blankets, pillows, and stuff animals, and is sleeping on the floor.
Cora has found the whole tent situation terrific. She was over on Monday and wanted to read stories while snuggled in the tent. Freya and Thea were over today and were equally enthralled with the tent. They wouldn't come out of Blythe's room. Blythe has been very understanding about them being in her room, mostly because I have been there with them, ensuring they aren't messing stuff up. I'm not sure how she would be able to tell they had messed with anything, but I suppose she knows her own mess from another's.
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