The Fort

He sat down next to her on the floor and pulled the blanket over their heads. They were in the dark now, just the two of them, the thickness of the blanket blocking the lamp and the growl of rain in the gutter outside.

"It's a fort," she said. He smiled, but she wasn't looking at him.

She sat still until he got up, breaking the tension formed by the gap between their arms - the air separating their bare, crossed knees. He left her alone under the makeshift fort.

"It's the best fort ever," he said with a chuckle as he dropped the blanket down again to fall over her face.

The blanket shrugged - "It could be better."