‘Wanna go for a ride?’
Ant is sitting on a Persian rug. He wriggles his eyebrows as he asks the question. I assume he means a bit of nooky; I shake my head. It’s the last thing I want right now. In the back of my mind, a thought regarding the newness of the rug tries to claw its way forward.
‘About to head out. Grabbing a coffee with Kate,’ I respond.
‘Pip,’ Ant says. By now his eyebrows are jumping around so much it’s quite comical.
I suppress a giggle.
‘Pip,’ he says again. ‘It’s a magic carpet. Hop on. Let’s go for a ride.’
‘Yeah. Right!’ I say.
‘I didn’t believe it at first, either. But come on. I’ll show you.’
‘Where did it come from?’ I take a tentative step onto the Persian rug. My earlier thought makes its way to the forefront of my mind: I knew I’d never seen it in my home before.
‘Where will it take us?’
I sit down, with my back resting against Ant’s chest. He wraps his legs around mine, and his arms around my torso.
‘Ready?’ he asks.
Ant shouts an indecipherable chant. Before I know what’s happening, the back door flies open, and the rug lifts off the ground. I squeal with delight and fear as the rug guides us outside. It hovers in our backyard. I squirm even closer to Ant; his arms tighten as we zoom upwards like a rocket.