The House On Maple Street

Shaun laid still and stiff as a soldier under his Spiderman sheets. He listened harder, but he couldn't make out words, only shouting. His parents had been going at it for nearly an hour already, it was their third fight this week. A silent tear streamed down the small boy's cheek, he tried to swallow the stinging lump in his throat. He closed his wide green eyes and imagined days where his family was happily united; going to the park to walk Sadie, their beagle, or just sitting on the couch all snuggled up watching a Disney movie with warm, buttery popcorn.
He remembered the feeling of togetherness, the soft sweet words spoken between them. The would say, "I love you!" as if it were the first realization of it, and smash their lips into each other right in front of him, and Shaun would say, "Ewe! Mom!" What he would give now to get those sloppy slurpy kisses back.
Suddenly, everything went silent. He was trembling, but then he opened his eyes and realized that his bed was the thing trembling. In fact, his whole room was shaking and rattling. He swung his feet to the floor and darted over to the window to find that his house was glowing! He sprinted out the door and down the stairs, doing his best to keep balanced in the house which had seemingly come to life.
In the living room stood his parents, with their arms around each other, beaming.
"Mom?! Dad?! The house is shaking!" They did not look at him. He tried again a little louder, "Guys I'm scared!" His mother laughed and pushed her auburn hair behind her ear. "Don't worry Shaun, we're going on a trip." He had never been more confused! Before he had time to ask anymore questions, he was thrown to the floor by the most violent shake yet.
"Might want to hold onto something there, sport." His father chuckled. Shaun's belly turned, like the feeling he got when riding in an elevator. He glanced out the huge family room window and did a double take-were those the tops of the trees in the neighbor's yard? Shaun gasped, "The house is flying?!" Both his parents giggled. "Of course son!" His father assured him. "We're going to the moon!" His mother pressed her lips against her husband's stubbly cheek to give him a peck. "It was the perfect lift off." She sighed. "You're the perfect one!" His father cooed at her.
Shaun didn't know if he should be relieved that his parents had stopped arguing, or concerned that his house was supposedly a rocket ship. It was an awful lot for a ten year old to take in all in one night. Especially because he was afraid of heights. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his tiny fists, wishing he was back on the glorious ground!
Silence again.
Hesitantly, he opened his eyes, and let go of the blanket he was clenching onto. He sat up in bed and stared in disbelief at the golden glow engulfing his room.
He had been fast asleep.