The walls of Leo’s bedroom were painted a deep indigo, the color of the sky just before the stars decide to show up. To anyone else, it was just a twelve-by-twelve square with a squeaky floorboard near the closet, but to Leo, it was a kingdom, a laboratory, and a sanctuary all rolled into one.
The Nest was a collection of mismatched pillows and a heavy wool blanket tucked into the space between his bed and the radiator. It was the only place where the Wi-Fi signal was weak, but his imagination was strongest. In the Nest, the hum of the heater sounded like a dragon’s breath, and the shadows cast by his bedside lamp turned into silhouettes of ancient pine trees. bedroom
What of story do you usually enjoy most—something more whimsical like this, or perhaps something spooky or futuristic ? The walls of Leo’s bedroom were painted a