Layla has started to explore. Curiousity caught her today when she was supposed to be napping. I found her under her bed instead of in it, hiding books from her bookshelf and some of her favorite upstairs toys for later I guess. Perhaps it's her first clubhouse.
I can relate to her need to have a spot all her own, things that no one else touchs or gets into. A place that is quiet and filled with comfort that you can feel surround you.
Mostly I find mine in books.
Which is good because it's easier to wrap myself in words than it is to try and squeeze myself under my bed.