This one time when I was in elementary school, I decided to take up an imaginary fort behind one of the many couches in my family’s living room. I also decided that imaginary forts needed rations.
Every time my family went out to a restaurant, I would take all the sugar packets at the table, and later, hide them underneath the couch. Soon, I had built up a good stockpile.
For the next few months, I would frequently dive into my fort, suck down a packet of artificial sweetener, and run around until I was sweaty and tired. I had a fort, a supply of food, and a secret life. Sweet, saccharine bliss.
But one day, I came home from school, and all my sugar packets were gone. I asked about them, and my mom yelled at me.
The fort was abandoned soon after, and I cried for the end of an era.
Every time my family went out to a restaurant, I would take all the sugar packets at the table, and later, hide them underneath the couch. Soon, I had built up a good stockpile.
For the next few months, I would frequently dive into my fort, suck down a packet of artificial sweetener, and run around until I was sweaty and tired. I had a fort, a supply of food, and a secret life. Sweet, saccharine bliss.
But one day, I came home from school, and all my sugar packets were gone. I asked about them, and my mom yelled at me.
The fort was abandoned soon after, and I cried for the end of an era.
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