Putting On My Superhero Cloak

Thunder rocks the house. Pushing it over on its side. We crawl out, and stare at each other. The windows are broken. It is getting cold inside. What happened? My husband asks. He is irritated. He has a sore throat. This is something he was not expecting. We had not planned for this. Not to worry, I tell him, putting on my SuperHero cloak. I have this. I give the house a mighty push. It rocks back into place. I wrinkle my nose in a Samantha-like way and the glass is instantly back in the windows. I always knew you were a witch, he says. I smile, planning my next coven meeting. Knowing it will frighten him even more than the last one.