A metaphorical bunker. I live in my bunker, it's homey.
[He's got his little kitchen and his little fireplace and little recliner and also vast stores of food supplies.]
[Booby trapped air vents.]
I've been expanding my shelter in the tunnels in the walls and found this little reading nook and the other side of some kind of trick door. So I figured out where the other side of the door was and figured out how to pop it open.
I dusted it out and repainted it and fixed it up for him. Put in some lights. Stocked it with some books for kids his age.
[Just a nice little cubby hole for a kid to hide and read in. Even sleep in at times he's feeling unsafe. The little love seat has soft cushions and is more than big enough for him and he'd put lots of fluffy blankets in there.]
As for showing you where it is, uh...no, not until I ask if it's okay first. It's a secret hideout, he should get a say on who knows where his little clubhouse is.
no subject
[He's got his little kitchen and his little fireplace and little recliner and also vast stores of food supplies.]
[Booby trapped air vents.]
I've been expanding my shelter in the tunnels in the walls and found this little reading nook and the other side of some kind of trick door. So I figured out where the other side of the door was and figured out how to pop it open.
I dusted it out and repainted it and fixed it up for him. Put in some lights. Stocked it with some books for kids his age.
[Just a nice little cubby hole for a kid to hide and read in. Even sleep in at times he's feeling unsafe. The little love seat has soft cushions and is more than big enough for him and he'd put lots of fluffy blankets in there.]
As for showing you where it is, uh...no, not until I ask if it's okay first. It's a secret hideout, he should get a say on who knows where his little clubhouse is.