Ever since L moved out, Little N has been sleeping in my room. We made a nest for him next to my bed. It's a clutter of pillows, afghans, plush pals, and random toys (beside my own clutter of afghans, pillows, and pjs). Each night we'd chat, maybe have a story, or I'd simply listen to him talk to himself, processing the events of his day out loud. It was nice to be together that way every evening. But it's been 5 months of having a roommate and now that Little N is 6 (SIX!) it seemed time for him to move back into his own room.
Little N came home from his dad's to this terrific surprise. He loves his "new" room! He immediately wanted me to lower the window blinds so that just the little lights brightened the space. He set to work arranging furniture and had me drag his little red table back in from the living room. Then we played being neighbors, he in his "home" and me in mine - our separate rooms with doors closed for knocking on - and made visits to each other's personal spaces.
I wasn't sure how the first night was going to go. Would he actually sleep in his room alone? We read some books and chatted. I scratched his back. Then he snuggled down into his new nest. He slept soundly through the night and it took great effort to rouse him in the morning. Success.