I nestle into the prickly orangey-brown tweed couch to watch Superman. Too itchy.
Dad’s snores drift from the bedroom, so I plop down on the floor, instead. Legs crossed into a pretzel. You can hear better this way.
This next part, I know by heart. Lois sits on her balcony. Superman soars in. Love.
Mesmerized, my eyes follow the sweeping motion of Lois’s sheer white gown in the night breeze. She’s an angel. A smart one. Will you be a pretty reporter when you grow up?
Except for the smoking part. Because that’s bad for you.
Superman checks her lungs with his x-ray vision. Pheww she’s okay. He cares about her the way someone is supposed to care about you. When you grow up, you’re going to marry Superman.
I blink and blush at the love scenes. Hurry. Uncomfortable.
After Superman flies off, I can tell Lois misses him. She’s stuck with Clark, now. No, Lois! Can’t you see that Clark’s the one who really loves you? They’re the same person!
I love you, Clark, and I promise that I’ll be nice to you someday. If I ever find you.
The bed creaks as Dad jolts awake. I wipe a single tear that has fallen onto my cheek before he can see it. Close call.
When the theme song plays at the end, Dad picks me up and holds me high over his head. He flies me around our hotel room. I sweep my arms out wide. Just like Lois Lane.