it’s 1:30 am and she’s angry. she walks into her apartment and suddenly feels whiney and starts complaining about stupid things. i feel gross. my room is a mess. she stops talking to him and he asks are you being like this because you feel icky. she’s in her closet and she compulsively starts cleaning it and she nods her head yes and still isn’t talking. he sits in her chair and just watches her as she moves from closet to bathroom closet to bathroom. and then she peeks out thebathroom and he is playing with her cat. the white feather flutters through the air and the cat is happy. she is still angry. she starts to brush her teeth and she can’t hold it in any longer. and he sits and he plays with the cat and he listens and he laughs because he is happy the anger is not towards him and in her anger he finds her amusing. she feels like she is spewing poison darts but she doesn’t care because no one will hear them but him. she talks of revenge that will never come because she is to old for revenge and things like that only happen in movies no matter how tempted she is. she asks him are you upset with me for the things i am saying and he says no. instead he smiles and says he likes it and makes her happy because he tells her he thinks she’s strongwilled and he doesn’t care what she does. he says say what you want do what you want. and she looks at him sitting in her chair playing with her cat and she loves him because he lets her be who she is and revise herself over and over and doesn’t mind that she gets bitchy sometimes and lets her make mix tapes she finds of the internet titled an indie rock mix that is so good and put together so well that it makes you pee a little.