On the way up the stairs, there is a door. A cupboard-sized door with a little old-fashioned latch on it.
Inside, there is an attic. It has a sloping roof and plywood floor, and until now we'd used it for storing off-season clothes and Christmas decorations.
Today, Little Mister and Hubby cleaned and organized it, leaving an eight foot space clear near the door.
We bought a rug, plugged in a heater, put up twinkle lights, and spread around pillows and blankets.
It's just right for kids to tuck away and read on a winter afternoon, or play cards or games. It's their own little place.