I decided that, despite the fact that marauding hordes visit my house infrequently at best, which I suspect is due to the steep driveway as no one likes to maraud uphill, I too needed a pillow fort for defense. Fortunately for me, my house has a natural choke point right at the entrance -- the front hallway connects diagonally to the main room, so that the walls narrow in and then expand back out. This is where I decided my fort should be built.
The first thing I did was set up a barricade for defense.
Obviously, I also needed an entrance to this fort, so I built one in back, decorated with the body parts of my fallen enemies, and also a stylish hat:
Once inside, however, it was really quite roomy. It was maybe three feet high, and I could stretch completely out in several different directions:
I also had a lamp, since I figured the hordes would be more likely to maraud at night, and I didn't want to be sitting around in the dark waiting for them:
The lamp produced some spooky effects, which I think might have scared the hordes off entirely, as they never showed.
The main thing about building a pillow fort now, as opposed to when you're a kid, is that you have to make it much larger and sturdier. Also, electricity never seemed to be a necessity before, but I definitely needed a lamp, a fan and an alarm clock in this one. However, I had one major benefit now that I never had before: I could take every cushion off of every surface in the house, and there's no one to yell, "What on earth do you think you're doing?"
The weirdest thing happened on the way to work this morning. I was driving down the freeway, doing 72 in a 65 just like everyone else. As we passed one of the entrances, a police car merged onto the freeway, and no one slowed down. It was bizarre! There's always at least that one guy who sees a cop and nails his brakes, slowing down to no more than five under the speed limit. Most of the rest of the people, who are generally quite happy to go clipping along at ten or fifteen over, suddenly seem unable to drive any faster than the speed limit, even if the cop is clearly greatly exceeding it himself. But today, it was like I was in some alternate universe where people don't freak out every time a cop exists on the freeway. I appreciated it, certainly, but it was a bit unnerving.
Mood of the Moment: accomplished
Auditory Hallucination: Fatboy Slim -- Because We CanCan from prolixfootle