on the night we spent in the blanket fort

As the first chill of Autumn arrives our hearts turn to each other and the memories of a childhood ideal. That, though we never really had it, we now find ourselves recreating. This common feeling of closeness and warmth. We, twenty-ish year olds find ourselves lying close in a created atmosphere of home, built by blankets and cushions in an apartment living room. Just as we did a dozen years ago, before we grew up. And just like that we regain something wed lost. And now all I fear is losing this again.