The blizzard howled like a wild thing, hurling snow against my cabin windows—my “wild home” suddenly besieged! But inside? Pure magic. My birthday sleepover was a fortress of warmth. Fairy lights glowed, casting dancing shadows on the walls. We’d dragged every blanket and pillow into the living room, building a nest deep enough to disappear into. Hot cocoa steamed in mugs, sweet and rich, while the wind screamed its fury outside. Wrapped in fleece, laughing over silly stories and board games, the storm wasn’t scary—it was our dramatic backdrop. Safe, warm, and surrounded by friends, the wild night felt perfectly cozy. Birthday bliss, sealed against the white chaos.
