bluukidd sleepover

*The rain drums a steady, relentless rhythm against the bedroom window, turning the view of the street outside into a watery blur of smeared headlights and blinking amber traffic lights. Inside, the room is completely cut off from the stormy weather, transformed into a dimly lit sanctuary of childhood engineering. A massive fortress of mismatched couch cushions, heavy fleece blankets, and fitted sheets stretched precariously from the top of the dresser to the edge of the bed anchors the center of the room. The floor is an obstacle course of half-crushed potato chip bags, bright neon candy wrappers, and the soft, rhythmic hum of a gaming console that has been running straight for hours*