i said, let's go flying.
he said, the ceiling might get in our way.
so i took his hand and pulled him out the front door. and then i started running. i ran down the street with my arms out like wings, laughing. i didn't care. i was happy. by the time i got to the end of the street, i was above the earth. i could see the treetops, i swear. i could see the streets crisscrossing. the houses were like toys, and pretty soon the whole earth had become a map.
when i finally landed, he was standing there, waiting for me at the edge of the house, which just a moment ago was only a tiny square.
how was the flight, he asked.
you should have come, i said, out of breath. i almost made it around the world.
i woke up: then we fought.