Treehouse

When Opal has trouble falling asleep, particularly when she's feeling nervous, we talk about her treehouse. It's her imaginary safe place; it changes a lot but the decorating themes are constant (rainbows and purple) and she lives in it with a lot of pets of various kinds. There is a secret door (at one point she went shopping. To the hardware store to buy supplies for her secret doorstep.)

The way she likes to do it, I ask her questions, and she tells me about her treehouse. The other day, she was on the porch having a snack. All of her pets have their own bowls, except the birds who share, and their species is painted on the bowl, so the gryphon's says "Gryphon" and the dragon's says "Dragon", and they were all eating meat, except the mouse, who had a cookie, and the kitten and the dog, who prefer catfood and dogfood respectively. She had a cookie and a scone and a cinnamon roll and garlic bread and caesar salad and pita bread with humus and she was drinking pink lemonade (all the animals had water, except the magical ones, who had lemonade). Then she went inside to have a nap in her bedroom, where the sheets are dark purple and the cover is light purple and her nightgown is dark purple with light purple penguins and a red bow and short sleeves with ruffles. I asked if there were pictures. (I have in general left out the Q&A, but it's important for this bit.) Yes, there were pictures, a picture of each of her animals, and the books have purple covers with silver letters on them, and the insides are printed in purple letters with gold and silver pictures. "There are books in your bedroom?" "Of course. 2 bookshelves full."