I’m in the garage, in my husband’s SUV. The car roll backwards, and it hits a support beam in the center of the wall.

The beam buckles. The second floor of the house slides toward the ground, with my husband still lying in his bed. He must be sliding toward the ground too, I think.

Rushing outside, I see that the house has fallen on top of his SUV, which now has rolled outside the garage. The house is resting on the hood, and I wonder if my husband will be angry.

I make plans to jack up the house.