Priya's Sleepover Journal: Same and Opposite Words

My First Sleepover

1Friday night was my very first sleepover, and my cousin Ana was coming to stay at our apartment. All afternoon I felt nervous. What if she thought our home was boring? Mom hugged me and said, "Relax, Priya. Ana is excited, not worried." By the time the doorbell rang, I felt calm again.

2We built a fort in the living room with every blanket we could find. From the outside, it looked tiny, but inside it felt enormous. There was room for two sleeping bags, a flashlight and a bowl of popcorn. The fort was cozy, even though the floor underneath was hard.

3After dinner, we told stories inside the fort. Ana's story about a gloomy old house made me shiver, so I told a cheerful one about a dog who learned to bake muffins. We tried to whisper so my baby brother would not wake up. Soon we were giggling, and then we were laughing out loud. Dad called from the hallway, "Quiet, please!" He did not shout, but we knew he meant it.

4Later, Ana knocked over her cup of water. At first her sleeping bag was only damp, but by the time we found a towel, it was soaked. Ana groaned, then laughed. We hung the sleeping bag over a chair and dragged a dry blanket into the fort for her.

5We planned to stay up late, but we fell asleep early, right in the middle of a story. In the morning, the room was chilly, so we stayed wrapped up while Dad warmed up banana muffins. Ana said it was the best sleepover ever. I agreed, and I already can't wait for the next one.