Eleven smiled at Will and dashed over to the curtains, throwing them open. It took a little effort, tugging them a bit to pull them to the side but soon the daylight was pouring into the room, highlight flecks of dust in the air kicked up by the drawing of the curtains. Turning around, she looked at the bed thoughtfully. Then an idea came to her. She wanted to have a blanket fort like she had at Mike's. That's what was needed.
Pointing to the space under the raised bed, she smiled. "Like Castle Byers" she said. It was funny how she always seemed to mirror Will in ways. Their quietness, the little forts. There were always things that bonded them together even when they were so far apart and hadn't really met properly.
Her eyes were alight with hope and glee, her fingers curled up near her mouth with anticipation.