Flying

I fly through the air for what seems like a full minute before landing abruptly on the pile of blankets and pillows on the floor. I push myself up and then laugh, giddy, looking up to see my younger brother climping the stairs two at a time with his blanket wrapped around his neck. I quickly move off the pile of blankets we have set up under the staircase and my brother grins at me. He puts his chubby hands in the air and lets out a war cry as he flings himself into the air and lands with a dull thud, in the middle of the blankets.

"Did I look like a real superhero that time?" he asks, breathless. I nod vigorously.

"Can I try the cape this time?" I ask. My brother nods and unties the blanket from around his neck. I wrap it around my own small neck and then we both race up the stairs to fly again.